When the Father knows me, He knows me now and then — fully now and fully then. When He knew me in my thirties, He knew me now, in my sixties, and He knows me just as intimately in my seventies or eighties and at the moment of my death. The psalmist spoke of that knowledge. He said it was too high and wonderful.
Sometimes I look back on the zeal of my youth and wonder if I have fallen and become less intimate with Father. When I consider clamoring back to intimacy, I remember He knew me now, as I am, even back then, as I was. He knew and knows me just as He knew the Israelites in their times of faithfulness and in their times of failure.
He knows me. He knew me. He knows me tomorrow. And still His mercy endures.