O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known me. Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off. Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether. Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.
God’s knowledge of me is deeply penetrating. He knows every part of me. He knows everything I say and do, all I have done and all I will do. There is nothing hidden, nothing off-limits for Him to know of me. He regards me as I am, where I am, who I am. My thoughts, words, and deeds are before Him, bare and exposed to His glance that sees through me and into me.
What does it mean to be known so intimately in this way? There is no hiding or keeping secrets, which is what I’m used to doing. There is no keeping something unsaid behind a wall of silence. He has plumbed the depths of my heart, my mind, my very soul, down to the core of my being. Dare I say down to the version of me that only He and I know that I am.
So that means that He shares that with me. He is there, too, in that innermost part. His Spirit searches it without restraint. Is that comforting? Is that scary? It prompts David to say, “Search me and try me, find the wickedness and lead me to Your holy way,” to invite the search, the examination, the correction, and the drawing closer that results. God knows, and He understands. And He is right there with me every step of my way. There is no misunderstanding like I fear from others, just a God who knows the best and the worst of me and chooses to love me anyway.