Do you ever have the fear that someone is going to find you out? That maybe someone will call your bluff and name you for the fake you feel that you are?

Maybe it will be someone will find out that you’ve been faking the whole adult thing and will send you back to 4th grade?

According to Psalm 139, God knows me better than I know myself. He knows when I’m real and when I’m play-acting. He knows when I’m afraid and pretending to be brave. He knows when I have absolutely no clue what I’m doing (which is most of the time).

He knows how many hairs are on my head. He knows my very inner thoughts. Yet He loves me. Still He loves me.

That is very comforting to me. The One who should have given up on me and rejected me and had nothing else to do with me ever again hasn’t. He still wants me. He still wants to use me. He doesn’t have me penciled in to His plans so that He can erase me when I screw up once too often. He’s got me tattooed on His own skin.

I think everybody has a fear that they will be found out and either fired, demoted, flunked, or just laughed at. But God, the very one who could very easily call your bluff, instead wants to call you His son. His daughter. His beloved.

That’s something to remember on this halfway point to the week.