Psalm 139....
The question was ..."what are the promises?"
It starts and ends with searching...the Lord searching me, my heart...discerning my being , my heart...although He already knows...it is for me to be open...He knows everything about me, has known....He created me, he knows my thoughts, words before it is even said...I can never get awy from Him.....why would I want to?
He formed me, "knit me" from a pattern only He knew....how awesome is that? No dropped stitches, no unravelling......fearfully and wonderfully made....when I envision the forming of new life in a mother's womb...waiting for each sonogram..it is truly a miracle...we get to see the progress...but the forming cell by cell, each doing its job, is beyond comprehension ...so....wonderful...awesome...the preciseness...precious .....
He leads me...help me follow...
Thank YOU that you know everything about me....that is both scary and comforting...help my words, actions be edifying to You ....that Your searching will be cleansing...
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.
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