I have been working on a painting for about two and a half months (it’s almost finished), and throughout the process, my teacher (a neighbour) and I have commented on how we see every little stroke that no one else is going to notice. I have placed each mark on the canvas (whether it can still be seen is another matter) and I know where they all are and I see and love each one, but most people are not going to notice them. They see it as a whole, whereas I see each aspect (not to mention all the layers and shadowing I’ve done and redone).
A few days ago, I realised it is kind of the same way with God. He designed and created each of us: not just our outer appearance, but our character—how we think, how we respond, etc. While others see just the surface of us, or a sort of general idea of our character, God sees each layer, each aspect, each brushstroke. We cannot even know all of our own character, much less be able to fathom that of others—but God knows in detail the characters of each one of us. Is is not amazing to think of Him carefully molding each mind, each personality, and knowing in depth the each one? Like a more profound version of the friends who know you so well, they can predict your reactions. How humbling to know that the God of the universe—who knows all of our flaws and sins—gave His life to save us so we might know and love Him as He knows and loves us.
“And without controversy great is the mystery of godliness: God was manifest in the flesh, justified in the Spirit, seen of angels, preached unto the Gentiles, believed on in the world, received up into glory.” —1 Timothy 3:16
“For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.” —Psalm 139:13-16