From a woman’s soul, through a woman’s eyes, by a woman’s hands.
As I sit in my home office typing this blog the song NOEL is streaming through the house. Tis time to play Christmas carols! I ponder what could I share to encourage my readers this Christmas season. I know holidays are far from happy and merry for all. Psalm 139 from the Message paraphrase comes to mind. No matter your past experiences, current circumstances, or your future, God sees you, knows you, and understands you, and is for YOU! I challenge you to read this Psalm aloud, and allow the Truth to soak into your heart.
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 any place 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,
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,
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!
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.
Receive the truth, Jesus cares! BELIEVE! Merry Christmas!