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Something beautiful to me

My all time favourite portion of scripture is this:
Psalm 139
“1O, LORD you have examined my heart and know everything about me.2You know when I sit down or stand up. You know my thoughts even when I am far away.
3You see me when I travel and when I rest at home. You know everything I do.
4You know what I am going to say even before I say it, LORD.
5You go before me and follow me. You place your hand of blessing on my head.
6Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too great for me to understand!
7I can never escape from your Spirit! I can never get away from your presence!
8If I go up to heaven, you are there; if I go down to the grave, you are there.
9If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
10even there your hand will guide me, and your strength will support me.
11I could ask the darkness to hide me and the light around me to become night-
12but even in darkness I cannot hide from you. To you the night shines as bright as day. Darkness and light are the same to you.
13You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14Thank you for making so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous- how well I know it.
15You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
16You saw me before I was born. Every day was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.17How precious are your thoughts about me O God. They cannot be numbered!
18I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when wake up, you are still with me!19O God, if only you could destroy the wicked! Get out of my life, you murderers!
20They blaspheme you; your enemies misuse your name.
21O LORD, shouldn’t I hate those who hate you? Shouldn’t I despise those who oppose you?
22Yes, I hate them with total hatred, for your enemies are my enemies.
23Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.
24Point out anything in me that offends you, and lead me along the path of everlasting life.New Living Translation
I have read this portion so many times. When I was a student I was a big drinker and jumped from relationship to not quite-a relationship to depression, this portion freaked me out at the same time as offered me hope. When I left the muck behind this portion screamed to me of how much I mean to God. Think about this: Psalm 139 was written, was spoken out to the almighty, living God before Jesus died for us. If you have ever watched Louis Giglio’s Indescribable you will understand how amazing it is that God knows, loves, cares about us from the time of our conception, from before that time. As is illustrated in Indescribable that same God who knows our thoughts, our hopes, our dreams, created a universe that scienists are still trying to understand because the sheer magnitude of God,s handiwork goes beyond what is currently on earth to study it. WOW! I wonder than why it is often so difficult for me to just lay it all before Him and do what He asks me to…

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