Tuesday, May 20, 2008

And I can't go back...back to how it was...

(So far, still sleeping great! We've raised $381.50 so far for YL, only 268.50 left on our goal, YAY!!)

It's been a great day, getting closer to our goal for YL, beautiful sunshine, my son's bday is Friday. I didn't really have a topic on hand for today. I've just been reading and I like this Psalm, it seems like it fits in so well with what I want to say these days. It speaks alot about the way I feel I'm changing, how my relationship with him is growing. And like the song says (at the bottom) "I can't go back to how it was."

Psalm 139: 1-18, 23-24

God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand. I'm an open book to you; even from a distance, you know what I'm thinking. You know when I leave and when I get back; I'm never out of your sight. You know everything I'm going to say before I start the first sentence. I look behind me and you're there, then up ahead and you're there, too--your reassuring presence, coming and going. This is too much, too wonderful--I can't take it all in!

Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit? to be out of your sight? If I climb to the sky, you're there! If I go underground, you're there! If I flew on morning's wings to the far western horizon, You'd find me in a minute--you're already there waiting! Then I said to myself, "Oh, he even sees me in the dark! At night I'm immersed in the light!" It's a fact: darkness isn't dark to you; night and day, darkness and light, they're all the same to you.

Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother's womb. I thank you, High God--you're breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration--what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, The days of my life all prepared before I'd even lived one day.

Your thoughts--how rare, how beautiful! God, I'll never comprehend them! I couldn't even begin to count them--any more than I could count the sand of the sea. Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!

Investigate my life, O God, find out everything about me; Cross-examine and test me, get a clear picture of what I'm about; See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.



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