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Psalm 139
A David Psalm
God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand. I'm an open book to you; even from a distance, you know what I'm thinking. You know when I leave and when I get back; I'm never out of your sight. You know everything I'm going to say before I start the first sentence. I look behind me and you're there, then up ahead and you're there, too— your reassuring presence, coming and going. This is too much, too wonderful— I can't take it all in

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.

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.

Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful! God, I'll never comprehend them! 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! And please, God, do away with wickedness for good! And you murderers—out of here!— all the men and women who belittle you, God, infatuated with cheap god-imitations. See how I hate those who hate you, God, see how I loathe all this godless arrogance; I hate it with pure, unadulterated hatred. Your enemies are my enemies!

Investigate my life, O God, find out everything about me; Cross-examine and test me, get a clear picture of what I'm about; See for yourself whether I've done anything wrong— then guide me on the road to eternal life.

Rain!

I should clarify at the very onset that I am not one of those people who love rain with a passion. In fact I never liked rain. I just could never get past the yuckiness of what rain brings along with it. If I trace back this hearfelt dislike towards rain I will have to go back to when I was 6. I am not sure what it was but even at that age I had already associated some form of gloom to rain. And that was the beginning of this not so lovey-dovey relationship between rain and me. To me rain always meant wet and dirty jeans, slushy, icky roads, dirty sneakers, messy hair, mosquito outbreak, unknown/unnamed flying insects all over the place and falling sick among the many other devilish attributes.
But lately, things have changed. My outlook has changed. Rain makes me smile! I don't know what changed. I have often heard people say how everything begins to appear different in love. Could that be it? Am I in love? Duh! NO! The frequent hail storms could be partially to blame. Or could it be the heat that became so unbearable and made rain seem like a better option. But I have lived in hotter climates. I just can't seem to understand. But right now all I know is that rain makes me happy! :)

Are u weak?

"Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting God, the Lord, The Creator of the ends of the earth, Neither faints nor is weary. His understanding is unsearchable.
He gives power to the weak, And to those who have no might He increases strength.
Even the youth shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall, But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint" Isaiah 40:38-31