Is that you, God?

How far back can I remember? Memories without age or form…

Psa. 139:1      GOD, investigate my life;

get all the facts firsthand.

Psa. 139:2       I’m an open book to you;

even from a distance, you know what I’m thinking.

Psa. 139:3       You know when I leave and when I get back;

I’m never out of your sight.

Psa. 139:4       You know everything I’m going to say

before I start the first sentence.

Psa. 139:5       I look behind me and you’re there,

then up ahead and you’re there, too—

your reassuring presence, coming and going.

Psa. 139:6       This is too much, too wonderful—

I can’t take it all in!

 

Unwanted – a mistake – bad seed – all these hurts – yet a knowing – someone – something is here with me. God, is that you?

 

I AM

 

I’ve tried to run away, hiding in the dark, changing my name, wanting to understand if life is so hard why am I here. Dreamer, they call me yet, deep within I hear a voice telling me not to be afraid – God is that you?

 

 

Psa. 139:7 -12

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.

 

I don’t know how I know that my life began before birth, but I do. There’s a sense of the beyond when I look at your creation – the great Orion calls out and says I know you…is that right? Is that you, God?

 

Psa. 139:13-16

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.

 

Psa. 139:17    Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful!

God, I’ll never comprehend them!

Psa. 139:18     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!

 

Thank you, God for making yourself known to me.