Come to the waters.

In my life there is so much promise, which a precept I'm meditating on this week. What I can't keep from the forefront of my mind is that I have intimacy at my fingertips. My Abba and I are made for each other, and this week I'm consumed by curiosity and a hunger I haven't encountered in a long while. Maybe it's His hand again.

Psalm 139

For You formed my inward parts;
You covered me in my mother's
I will praise You, for I am
fearfully and wonderfully
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very
My frame was not hidden from
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the
lowest parts of the earth.
Your eyes saw my substance,
being yet unformed.
And in Your book they all were
The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of

How precious also are Your
thoughts to me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they
would be more in number than
the sand;
When I awake, I am still with

1 comment:

sj said...

"when i was made in secret."