In the depths of our souls, only the Divine truly knows us.
Many have journeyed with me – from the alleys of childhood, through the sanctums of sacred spaces, the intricacies of relationships, and the hallways of academia. They look into my eyes and confidently proclaim, “I know your essence.” Yet, in the silent spaces of my heart, I wonder, what does it truly mean to ‘know’ another?
Is it merely an accumulation of shared moments, conversations, or digital footprints? Reflect upon Jesus – surrounded by multitudes, breaking bread with twelve, confiding in three. Yet, even they, in their proximity, could not fathom the entirety of His Divine purpose, His covenant with the Almighty.
It is often professed that one knows their spouse, their child – but isn’t such a proclamation, from a psychological perspective, a desire to find a unique connection? A space where souls entwine? I can attest, with the candor of my spirit, that perhaps only a select few have glimpsed the deeper layers of my heart, my dreams, my fears. For years, I’ve safeguarded my innermost thoughts, not out of deception but as a shield to protect my essence.
More often than I reveal, I sense when sincerity is masked or when intentions aren’t pure. Yet, in that very moment, I might choose silence. Not out of ignorance, but discernment. To truly ‘know’ me is not a right, but a sacred privilege. If I ever recede into the shadows, there’s a profound reason. My soul has perceived, deliberated, and made a judgment.
If I offer you my love, cherish it, for it’s a fragment of my spirit that I’ve unveiled. The rest, the vast expanse of my being, is a sacred sanctum, for me and the Divine alone.
