I am not a mystery to God.

This baffles me because I am such a mystery to myself. I am constantly trying to figure myself out: searching for answers, identifying feelings, understanding longings, clarifying thoughts, refocusing desires, configuring dreams. I don’t make sense to myself at all. But the Lord has seen my innermost being-He knit me together in my mother’s womb. He knows each thought that crosses my mind. Not just that, He gets it. He rejoices when they rest in delighting in Him and probably laughs at my analysis paralysis-Because He knows the plans He has for me: plans to prosper and not to harm. He hurts when I hurt-He knows the root of every hurt, why I analyze things the way I do, why I shut down at certain words or actions, why I laugh at certain jokes, why I cry at certain memories. I don’t get myself at all. But maybe I don’t need to. Maybe I just need to cease striving and let my Maker shape me. Let Him show me what I truly want. Allow Him to process my thoughts for me. Basically, just let Him in. God’s ways are higher-His thoughts are not my thoughts and His ways are not my ways. They are higher; they are bigger; they make sense. It’s when I jump into my own mind and hold myself away from Him there that I begin to plunder. Jesus, Invade.