"Oh LORD, You have searched me and You know me,
You know when I sit and when I rise;
You perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
You are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue,
You know it completely, oh LORD.
You hem me in - behind and before;
You have laid Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
Too lofty for me to attain...
...For you created my inmost being;
You knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made,
Your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
Your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me were written in Your book
Before one of them came to be..."
This night finds me reflective and a bit on the melancholy side as I take note of what is past and what is to come. My peace lies in the fact that my God knows me fully. He knows where I am right now and what I am doing. He knows every thought in my mind and understands them completely - unlike any human ever could. He knows my heart better than myself and His hand is upon my life. As I look back, I see it there so clearly, regardless of the fact that I did not see it at the time.
In my reflection I think of the things I have yet to experience in this life. There are many. And I am hopeful that each will come my way in time...but my hope is not pinned on this, as it is not promised to me by anyone. The catch is that God has written and read the whole book of my life and knows what is next...and what is down the road. Sometimes I wonder if I will have the strength for what is to come...but I have to believe that if He knows what is coming, He has also prepared me.
My heart aches at what I think I know...but He is good and I trust Him in that as well as in what actually will happen. It's already been written about - if He knows me so intimately, then He knows what is best - to Him be the glory.
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