It felt like no coincidence that Amy was the one who sent it. Her very name means Beloved, and that word has been echoing through everything God has been stirring in me lately. I have been practicing vulnerability by opening up about what God has been doing in me regarding intimacy and learning to accept my identity as His beloved. Sharing these tender stirrings felt risky, but Amy is such a good friend, always giving me space and gentle encouragement, which permitted me to let myself be seen.
In our conversation, Amy said something that stopped me in my tracks – she told me that intimacy means “in-to-me-see.” The beauty of that definition struck me, especially because just this weekend, another friend had said those exact same words to me. I couldn’t help but smile at the way God weaves threads together, repeating a truth until I really hear it. It was as though He was whispering: Pay attention, this is for you.
Sr. Miriam’s talk felt like an extension of that same message. She emphasized that intimacy with God is not earned by doing or performing but is received by opening up and allowing oneself to be seen. That resonated so deeply with where I am right now. I have been realizing that intimacy means bringing God my authentic self, not the polished, capable version, but the vulnerable, unfinished, even wounded self. To receive His gaze there, in the unguarded places, is both terrifying and liberating.
Her reminder that intimacy is the very heart of the Christian life also connected with my journaling about humility. Humility creates the space for intimacy because it strips away pride, defenses, and control, allowing for genuine connection. It allows me to come before God small, weak, and dependent, which is precisely where His love can meet me. That is where intimacy shifts from being an idea to being an encounter.
The most striking part for me was recognizing how consistently God has been speaking this message: through my journaling, and through both friends, and now through Sr. Miriam’s talk. It feels as if God is lovingly, persistently repeating Himself: Stop striving. Stop performing. Let Me see you. Let Me love you. I sense His invitation to daily carve out space not to achieve but to receive, not to prove but to rest, not to hide but to let Him in.
Intimacy with God is in-to-me-see, and it begins with letting myself be seen as I truly am, His beloved.
Nice Kimmers. It's a wondrous moment when you can let God in to love you just as you are....Perfectly Imperfect!
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