Who knows the "naked you"?

I have started reading a book called Crazy Love by Francis Chan for a new Sunday School class that we are attending.

I am only a couple chapters in and already have been profoundly affected. I have found myself reading paragraphs over and over, not because I don't understand......but because I need the words to wrap around my brain. In one of the chapters it talks about God being all knowing. I have known this fact....but reading the authors words made a big impression. All my fake....all my cover.....is totally busted. He knows how messy I really am. He knows how nasty I can be. He knows about "the cover" that I put on for the rest of the world. The thought humbled me.

For the most part I am a pretty open book. But, even though I am a "tell all kind of girl" I still feel like a fake at times. I want to be seen as such a great mother, wife, daughter, friend, and neighbor. I want people to like me. I want people to think I am nice. I want people to want to talk to me. I have never been one that doesn't care what others think. So....therefor I have to put my fake on sometimes.

This book led my friend, Olivia, and I had to have an interesting discussion the other day. We talked about who REALLY knows us. Who knows everything.....the naked. I feel like there are many people out there that know me.....but not the naked me. I needed reminded that God knows me. The naked me. The ugly me. The weak me. I'm busted. What a relief!