Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the one who is victorious, I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give that person a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to the one who receives it. Revelation 2:17
I realized soon after my bulldog, Beatrice passed away that the thing I missed most was the connection we had. I missed the way she looked at me, the way she loved me, the way I knew her and what she needed without a spoken word. I missed her presence, I missed her beside me, with me, around me. I missed the time we spent together. She was always there… in the car beside me when I drove, on the couch beside me when I wrote, in bed beside me when I slept, at the door waiting when I arrived. She loved me, without conditions, fully without fault. That’s how our relationship with the Lord is supposed to be —intimate. Intimacy is knowing and being known. Intimacy is developed in the sands of time, it is created when you share you heart, the minutes of your life with another. I was convicted of late… when I considered my time with the Lord. When I allow busyness to shut Him out, does my heart grieve the same way it did when my Beatrice passed? It should.
God loves us with an everlasting love that ensures His faithfulness to us. He is with us always. He is there, always there; with me when I write, when I drive, when I sleep… when I grieve, when I pray, and when I sin. God knows us intimately, inside, backwards and every which way, better than our spouse, our friends, better than we know ourselves. When I stop, really stop and try to fathom the awesome privilege we have in knowing and being known by God, I am deeply moved. God says to those who overcome He will give a white stone with a new name… a new name, known only by you and the Lord. What intimacy. What amazing, incredible, eternal intimacy! What a shame when we neglect Him…