O Lord, you have examined my heart and know everything about me. You know when I sit down or stand up. You know my thoughts even when I’m far away. You see me when I travel and when I rest at home. You know everything I do. [Psalm 139:1-3 (NLT)]
Doesn’t he see everything I do and every step I take? [Job 31:4 (NLT)]
Immanent and omniscient, God is everywhere and can see everything. When you think about it, that’s a bit disconcerting. Is God a voyeur who likes peeking at us in our most intimate moments? Is He similar to the paparazzi who try to capture celebrities in their most embarrassing ones? Like those ever-present security cameras or the traffic cop with his radar gun and ticket book, is He hoping to spot us doing something wrong or catch us breaking His law? My life is boring; why would God be interested in me?
Last month, fourteen of us were in our seats at the ballpark when a friend’s friend offered my husband and me two extra tickets. Unlike ours that were high and overlooking right field, they were in the eighth row directly behind home plate. We declined the generous offer because moving to those seats meant we wouldn’t be with the rest of the family. Watching the game really wasn’t our priority—being with family was! The purpose of the afternoon wasn’t the Cubs; it was watching the little girls get their hair French braided by an older cousin and hearing the big brother explain a walk-off home run. It was making sure no one got lost in the crowd or choked on a peanut. It was holding children on my lap, handing out water, and seeing the girls giggle while sharing secrets. It was laughing at the children’s antics and watching them cheer on the home team. It was seeing Grandpa wipe catsup off messy faces, Dad shepherd kids to the ice cream stand, and a little one fall asleep in his mother’s arms. That’s when I understood why God watches us. It’s not so He can act as a Heavenly hall monitor and catch us doing something wrong; it’s because He loves and cares about us! We are His precious children and He loves us as much as my husband and I love our family. That’s not to say God won’t correct us when necessary and there were a few moments that afternoon when we had to offer some correction to the youngsters. Nevertheless, we watched them because it gave us pleasure and I think God watches us for much the same reason.
I love watching the grands romp in the pool, build sand castles, play games, do their homework, snooze in the car seat, fly on the trapeze, perform in a show, jump on the trampoline and hang from the monkey bars not because they are exceptionally talented or beautiful (which, of course, they are). I watch them simply because they are mine and I love them. We are God’s children and, like a loving grandparent, He watches over us all because we are His and He loves us.