Psalm 139

Psalm 139

For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.

 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.

 19 If only you would slay the wicked, O God!
       Away from me, you bloodthirsty men!

 20 They speak of you with evil intent;
       your adversaries misuse your name.

 21 Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD,
       and abhor those who rise up against you?

 22 I have nothing but hatred for them;
       I count them my enemies.

 23 Search me, O God, and know my heart;
       test me and know my anxious thoughts.

 24 See if there is any offensive way in me,
       and lead me in the way everlasting.

Well..... This weekendlast, Luke came up and hung out all weekend with me and we made sure to squeeze all the fun out of it as possible.

I miss having luke within driving distance.

So things did not work out with Mary Jane, and the situation is not the least complicated thing ever.  I dont think i realized how attached i was to the thought of something with her, until after the indians game. I hardly talked to her at all, Luke was playing the buffer, but as we were leaving I couldn't help but catch myself watching her, and then I felt sad, but not only sad, my heart hurt.  I was suprised by the feeling, and had to pick myself up and try and carry on a normal conversation with Luke and her Dad.  I saw her Sunday, and we talked briefly but nothing of substance.  I have this feeling that ever since our "talk" on friday, we wont be the same.  I dont think shes being honest with her heart about something.

The worship song I was writing was for her

The road is long
And I'm left standing still
Where can I go

The brightness fades to gray
And all familiar things have dissapered

My soul fills with heaviness
And I need to feel you near

Pre Chorus

And as the thunder lifts it's voice
My heart cries out

Chorus

Lord pour your love out like the rain
Send a storm of passion and grace
Come and fill my heart and flood my mind
With Thoughts of you
Pour your love out like the rain

The little things