A week or so ago, Mary Graham and Sheila Walsh were tweeting. It’s wonderful to see the Women of Faith ladies interact, as it’s clear they truly are family. In one of her tweets, Mary was referencing an artist on the tour and said to Sheila, “One of life’s greatest pleasures is in being known. And she Knows You.” That phrase has stuck with me ever since, and I’ve been pondering why God planted that little nugget so tightly in my mind. I didn’t understand it until this weekend. God knew I’d need to chew on it a bit.
In a very unplanned twist to our day, we ended up at Davis Kidd bookstore on Saturday evening. As we wandered downstairs to visit the kids’ area, I noticed folks setting up for a live performance. I paused as a man uncased a beautiful bass cello. You could tell from the worn wood that it had been a well-loved instrument. At that same time, someone began warming up, and I knew we’d be staying to see whoever was performing. Music moves me. All music, and not in a small way. God knows that about me. I think music is one of His very best gifts to us.
The event turned out to be a tribute to a woman named Ruth McGinnis. She and her band had been regular performers at Davis Kidd (and many other places), and she had sadly passed away from ovarian cancer in October. I hadn’t seen Ruth perform before, and it was only when her quiet, gentle-spirited younger sister, Erin McGinnis Long, shared that I began to catch a glimpse of who this amazing woman was. It made her death more real, but also made the tribute that much richer. Through Erin, I felt like I knew Ruth.
Thinking back over these past two weeks, here’s what I keep coming back to:
- We all want to be known. We want a mate, friends, and our family to “get” who we are and love us, warts and all.
- We want to know others. To understand what makes others tick. To know their joys and pains before a word is spoken.
- Being known and knowing others is such hard work. To get past the superficial is hard. It takes commitment. And sometimes, it’s painful. Most of the time, though, it’s truly rewarding.
But I think more than anything, we have this insatiable hunger to know and be known by our maker. There are days when I struggle with both. But after those bad days, I wake up thanking God that He hasn’t given up. That, as in Isaiah 46:19, our names are carved in the palm of His hands.
Who knows you best? And what keeps others from knowing you more?