“You memorize me.”

Three words. But still, a hundredfold thoughts keep on mesmerizing me. 

Who has ever memorized a person, so deeply and completely, that he knows one’s every motive, deepest desires, and the soul’s innermost thoughts? No one, not even blood-related kins or closest of friends could do that.

But how? How do You do that, God? That even in my highs and lows, You know me? That in the midst of my wonder and praise You listen to me? And even before I say these, You hear me?

How come, my Lord, that You see the unseen in me? How did You know me so fully and incomprehensibly and yet you love me so purely? 

Why did You choose to hold me so dear and open Your ears to my voice?

As much as I have these questions, I drown in the answers that seem to elude my frailness and limitations. I am breathing the love that is vast and glorious…the  same love that keeps me seeking His glory, that makes my spirit soar and rest in the bliss of His mindfulness and thoughtfulness for me. 

His love knows me. He has known me before I came into being. He knows me today, and He knows me tomorrow. “He memorizes me.”

And when I ask why and how… I hear Him say,

“I love you.”

That’s when I know that He does  know me with the love that I will never be able to fully memorize.  

For it takes eternity to know a love that knows me forever.