Lord, you know me. Let me know you. Let me come to know you even as I am known. You are the strength of my soul; enter it and make it a place suitable for your dwelling, a possession “without spot or blemish.”

True, “we see now indistinctly as in a mirror, but not yet face to face.” Therefore so long as I am in exile from you, I am more present to myself than to you. Yet I do know that you cannot be overcome, while I am uncertain which temptations I can resist and which I cannot. Nevertheless, I have hope, because “you are faithful and do not allow us to be tempted beyond our endurance, but along with the temptation you give us the means to withstand it.”

—Augustine, Confessions 10.1, 7