You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. Psalm 139:1
I’ve forgotten many childhood experiences, but one distinct memory has stayed with me: fourth grade. Fourth grade was memorable because it was the first year I had been separated from my best friends at the little Skaggston Elementary school.
I met my first mean girls that year, but it was also a big year for my family. My dad got a new job and our family was moving from rural Mascot, Tennessee, to the bustling little city of Franklin, Tennessee.
I was excited. A brand-new home was being built for us, and as I learned more about this little place, I knew I’d love it. From BIG yearly rodeos, to lots of historic and cultural activities like theatre troupes, concerts, Opryland, Grand Ole Opry visits, and more, my excitement was over the top.
But my enthusiasm was quickly squashed when I told new friends that I was moving to this great place with a new home and all these fun activities. Obviously, they probably thought I was bragging.
In my little girl brain, I thought they would be happy for me. They weren’t. I didn’t talk about it much after that, but soon I learned they had branded me a liar when they started calling me that to my face.
I was crushed. I went home and told my parents every day about the mean things said to me. Then one day, my mother said, “just because they are calling you a liar doesn’t mean we are not moving to Franklin, because we’re moving in a few weeks and you won’t be in class with them anymore.”
That made a lot of sense. So, I went into school with the assurance that we were moving, and that what the mean girls were saying about me was not true. They would soon see.
As days went by and I ignored them, one even tried to bait me into frustration by saying, “You know that no one believes that you are moving?” I replied, “Yep, I do, and that’s fine. You can believe whatever you want.” Then I went on my merry way. She was surprised and maybe even more so when I didn’t show up for school two weeks later.
Fast forward many years. I’m a 61-year-old grandma and enjoying every minute of it. My middle school granddaughters share all the drama with me. But I love it when I can share this truth with them: it doesn’t matter what people say or even think about you, because God knows your heart intimately.
I pray this truth takes root in their tender hearts because sadly, there are big people who are mean, too, and some are committed to believing the worst about you, so let them.
Let them believe or say whatever they want because God sees you. God knows you. He knows your habits, where your mind wanders, and what makes you feel alive.
He knows your dreams before you lie down to sleep, and what your favorite season is. He knows your fears and what makes you feel small, inspired, or hopeful. He knows every tear you’ve cried, what you’re going through, and what you’ve just overcome. He knows what you need and what satisfies you.
He also knows the good coming your way.
Psalm 139 is one of my favorites because it makes a lot of sense to remember the One Who created us, knows every detail about us. So, stay faithful and ignore those who allow themselves to be used by the enemy because God doesn’t take that kind of thing lightly when it happens to His children.
Rest in this precious truth: God knows who you are, and that’s all you need to hang on to. Stay faithful.
Love You and I mean it!
Mel

















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