As a child of God, I am never out of His sight; even if I’m being a rebellious punk, He is still faithful to watch over me. But it occurs to me that we are often like toddlers playing hide and seek. We assume that if we can’t see Him, He can’t see us. We cover our vision with sin and distractions, we hide behind busyness and feel that we are out of His sight, beyond His reach. Maybe that thought is a comfort, an illusion to justify doing what we want rather than what’s right. Or maybe that thought makes us a little frantic and lost, assuming that our perception is His reality.

It isn’t.

He sees you. Take your hands off your eyes, repent, pray, read your Bible, and seek to see Him too.

I love how David describes how God loves us in Psalm 139:1-18

 O LORD, you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O LORD, you know it altogether. You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high; I cannot attain it. Where shall I go from your Spirit? Or where shall I flee from your presence? If I ascend to heaven, you are there! If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there! If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me. If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night,” even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you. For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.  How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I would count them, they are more than the sand. I awake, and I am still with you.