We Are Known

Psalm 139

1 O LORD, you have searched me

and you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise;

you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down;

you are familiar with all my ways.
4 Before a word is on my tongue

you know it completely, O LORD.
5 You hem me in—behind and before;

you have laid your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,

too lofty for me to attain.
7 Where can I go from your Spirit?

Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;

if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me,

your right hand will hold me fast.
11 If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me

and the light become night around me,"
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;

the night will shine like the day,

for darkness is as light to you.
13 For you created my inmost being;

you knit me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

your works are wonderful,

I know that full well.
15 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,
16 your eyes saw my unformed body.

All the days ordained for me

were written in your book

before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!

How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them,

they would outnumber the grains of sand.

When I awake,

I am still with you.

I woke this morning to a sky slowing coming to light, a long dark cloud hid the suns arrival but it could not keep out its light from behind it. My hands and feet were cold as I went about my morning chores. It wasn't a bad feeling to be cold, it was a feeling of being alive. As I gathered kindling for the wood stove, I thought about how God knows everything about us, even that I was going to wake up, rub my hands together, eat breakfast and then head out to the pile of small branches we have in the back corner of the property to use for kindling. He isn't like a puppet master that makes us do things, He just knows our thoughts and our plans. He knows us so well. I wonder why we always try to fool him, pretend to be things we aren't in our hearts ?

Give ourselves credit for the things that have come from Him ? Measure our value in what we own instead of in being children well cared for by a tender Father who gives us all that we have ?