Search Me.

You have searched me, LORD, 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, LORD, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.

Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.

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.

How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand— when I awake, I am still with you. If only you, God, would slay the wicked! Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty! They speak of you with evil intent; your adversaries misuse your name. Do I not hate those who hate you, LORD, and abhor those who are in rebellion against you? I have nothing but hatred for them; I count them my enemies.

Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

Psalms 139


He really is........

God is good. He really is. He has been good to me. For the last few months, I felt like He had forsaken me. I faced many challenges; many trials….I lived in the dark of day. I put up face, said I was okay, smiled, took each day by my frail strength.

I felt deserted, yet I knew He never leaves me – God is good. I felt unloved, yet I knew His love never ends - He really is good. I felt forgotten, yet I knew He said, He’d never forget me – God is good. I felt tired, yet He gave strength to face each new day – He really is good. I stopped praying, yet He kept blessing me – God is good. I lost sight of my dreams, yet He kept telling me – its not over – He has been good.

His goodness has been hidden from me while in the dark…as I came to light, I marveled at His presence while I was in the tunnel. The words of psalms 23 came true, “in the shadow of the valley of death, I will be with you”,…. His rod and staff have led me to light.

Am grateful, its been sooo dark….am glad….to see the light of life…to laugh again heartily, to dance to music, to sing along to favorite tunes, to be light again and have a spring to my step. To embrace the feeling of joy, the feeling of happiness, the feeling of being alive, being relevant….having a purpose, a goal to life… have hope again.

Thank you God – you are GOOD.


A Gassy Year !

I stopped with a friend at a shopping mart, yesterday. Waiting beside the curb, as she made her purchase, I glanced but a second at some gas cylinders, and wondered what stories they bore from the different homes they'd served.

In some homes, the gas they bore was used up very homes, with lots of cooking & parties, families with many home cooked meals.....single households that entertained quite a bit.....interesting gas life they'd say...but soon, they'd run out and it was time to move on.....back to the station for a refill and to the next home....

Some homes, well, didn't cook so it was a long stay....a very long stay...yeah!in some bachelor houses....a restful and welcome stay especially when transiting from an active house......

The cylinders had quite large archives of kitchen stories, warm stories, hearty stories, juicy hushed stories, sad stories, stories of coffee brewed late nights and early mornings.....secured stories....replicated stories.

The cylinders had graphic memories of sights of kitchen dramas, some mentionable...others, well......

All, in a gas cylinder's life! 2012, I'll be like the gas cylinder! hic :-)!

Wherever, I find myself, I will expend my energy and take in all that the environment will afford. When am out, I'll recharge...move my next assignment....and carry with me the sights and stories....that will make 2012. Easy is that!



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