Lucky Girl

If I believed in luck, I’d say I’m the luckiest girl alive.

Last night, several of my daughters went on a mystery shopping trip. I was told to ask no questions and they’d be gone awhile. It was obvious that they were up to something.

When they came back, they gave me this:

I. Love. This. Every single thing I pulled out of that basket had a purpose. Everything was chosen with care. Each item showed that my family not only loves me, but knows me. It is one thing to be loved, and quite another to be known.

There are people in my life that I love and that love me, but we don’t really know each other. We haven’t spent the time it takes to find out what makes the other person tick. We haven’t invested in each other enough to be able to pick up those little treats that we know will make the other smile. And that’s okay. We can’t be close to everyone, and we’d exhaust ourselves trying.

I count myself blessed–not lucky–to have more than my share of people who love me. I am even more blessed to have more than my share that really, truly know me.

And greater even than that blessing is the knowledge that God himself, Creator of the universe, KNOWS me.

139 O Lord, you have searched me and known me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
    you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down
    and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
    behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before,
    and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
    it is high; I cannot attain it.

Where shall I go from your Spirit?
    Or where shall I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
    If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
If I take the wings of the morning
    and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
10 even there your hand shall lead me,
    and your right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
    and the light about me be night,”
12 even the darkness is not dark to you;
    the night is bright as the day,
    for darkness is as light with you.

13 For you formed my inward parts;
    you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.[a]
Wonderful are your works;
    my soul knows it very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
    intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
16 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.

How amazing it is, how blessed I am, to know that every step of this difficult journey in my life is in His hand. I will walk through shadows and He will be there. Part of the way He shows His presence is through acts of kindness like this gift basket.

What more can a girl ask for?