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“How precious also are Your thoughts to me, oh God” - Psalm 139:17
Before making this declaration of God’s precious thoughts towards him, David first described how God knew him inside out, noting “You know my downsitting and my uprising, You know my thoughts afar off, You are acquainted with all my ways.” (Psalm 139: 2-3) In short, You know me as fully as You love me; You love me as completely as You know me.
Majestic grace, overwhelming and sweeping, I’m blown away and then some. God knows every little detail about me, and with that full knowledge, His thoughts towards me are precious.
I’ve lived a good part of my life assuming I needed to choose between being known, or being loved. Never both; only one. I could let someone know what I’m really like, but I’d lose their respect, friendship, and certainly their love, because, as the narrator of the Disney classic asked rhetorically, “Who could love a beast?” Or, I could let someone love me, but I’d better make darned sure they never get to really know me because, if they did, the love would make a hasty exit.
But David said God knows me thoroughly and, with that full knowledge, not only loves me, but even has thoughts towards me that are precious. Now, faced with such a dazzling a Biblical truth, I can disbelieve it, or I can analyze it theologically, or I can choose to simply revel in it.
I’ll take the reveling, thank you.
And as I revel, I remember my sons. Not being God I certainly don’t know them, nor anyone, inside out. But I’d say I have a pretty good working knowledge of their personalities, strengths and weaknesses, healthy and unhealthy tendencies, none of which changes the fact that to simply gaze on either one of them is to feel delight, warmth, deep pride. Fathers, in my experience, have a certain gleam reserved only for their children, whether grown or toddling. It’s instinctive, not chosen, and it remains as a stubborn, unyielding glow shed on the objects of a man’s deepest love. And finally, in feeling my own very limited version of my Father’s delight in me, I begin to see what David meant, and I dare to accept the fact God feels that way, multiplied to infinity, about me.
For all the books written and speeches made on self-esteem, I really don’t feel I can walk in confidence based on the way I esteem myself. Either I’ll kid myself into thinking I’m wonderful, thus walking in delusion, or I’ll assess myself realistically and throw in the towel. Today, though, I’d rather walk in confidence not through self-esteem, but by the way I am esteemed by the only One whose opinion truly matters. He doesn’t say I’m terrific or brilliant, much as I’d like Him to. But He does esteem me to be precious in His sight. I get the old gleam when my Dad gazes on me. I’m complete and justified because of the work and sacrifice of Christ, and valued because – well, because I’m valued. Precious, if you please, treasured.
Knowing that, and remembering who I’m treasured by, my head’s high today, my confidence strong, my heart grateful.
Because precious thoughts bear precious fruit.