A Weathered Perspective…Thoughts From The Pacific NW

You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I’m ashamed
There’s not anything to which you can’t relate
And you’re still here (Chorus)

What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know
What I resist, you love, no matter how low or high I go (Bridge)

-Everything by Alanis Morissette

Written, I believe, about someone who cares deeply for Alanis. Possibly someone who cares for her more than anyone she has known. This is such a rich and beautiful song; even though in her lyrics she describes many of the “ugly” spots of the human mystique. And we all share those ugly spots. We all have them. And these ugly spots are the areas in which we probably feel most vulnerable to others. They are the areas of our lives that we only allow certain individuals a security pass into our soul. And those that have that pass, we usually hold dearly. I think those ugly spots are what we see too often when we look at ourselves in the mirror each morning or night. They stare back at us and make us believe at times that the ugly spots are who we are. But we are not. Maybe some people feel they don’t even have someone who loves their ugly spots. Maybe when we hear that song by Alanis we like it because we dream of having what she is singing about; someone to love our “everything.” But there is One who loves our everything. He is with you in the morning and night while you look in the mirror. He is in the quiet. He is in the loud. He is watching you rest. And live. He knows your inner ugly spots. He knows your inner beauty. He created you! And it’s up to us to choose to see Him. I think you know who I am talking about. No, it’s not Santa Claus. It is the Lord of Heaven. The Creator. YHWH. The Bible tells us:

You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous–and how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.
How precious are your thoughts about me, O God! They are innumerable!
I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up in the morning, you are still with me!

Psalms 139:13-18

He has known us since in our mother’s womb? Now that’s almost too much information! But it sounds like God does know our everything. It says we are precious to Him. His thoughts about us are innumerable! He sees every part. And He is still here…