I pictured placing my little heart in His hands. And He held it with a tenderness that could only come from Him.
There it was: small and without adornment.
It was devoid of all excuses or justifications. Yet it was completely known, in a way that the potter knows every intricacy of the work of his hands. Even with knowing all that was stored away within it, the little heart was completely loved.
That was true rest.
To be loved, but to know that it is without false impressions or because you have successfully hidden your flaws. As a member of a family, I have experienced this love to a degree. But to have your heart laid bare with all of the not-quaint details exposed is another matter.
When the world seems to be too much and I have difficulty taking it all in, I find comfort resting in His hands. There I am known and there I am loved and those facts still astound me. To be known to the core and loved to the core is what we all desire. To know that it is without merit and yet entirely good to be received in such a way is another gift. Nothing I did caused me to be loved like this, but I am.
For a little heart doing so much seeking, it is good to simply be found.