knowing Jesus knows

For some reason, I started out writing something and it came in chunks of this, below. Take it as you like, as something you can "know" from me. Or something. I've been having a plodding-along-kind-of week.


The knowing that no one truly knows but Jesus.
Remembering this, remembering working through this,
remembering working through understanding this
this past year.
I didn't know a friend as I thought I knew.
Friends I've known, or thought I'd known, that they knew me.
That I could be known, and known better by them than I knew myself.
Now I know I needed Jesus, Jesus knew me best.
Jesus knows me best and Jesus stays friends best.
Now I know friends can know friends,
can know friends longer
when both friends know Jesus.