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He Hems Us In

This week has been so full.

Full of wonderful things – our Jeremy spent a life changing, heart wrenching week helping at an orphanage in Mexico.  He and his team were able to be the hands and feet of Jesus to His children.  An honor, a privilege.

I spent the week praying for him and trusting the Lord that he would not loose his passport. Faithful, the Lord brought him home.

Jeremy & Christian

Full of life things, the garage is in near collapse under melting of heavy ice and snow.  A window cracked, the tub leaked through the dining room ceiling.

Life happened.  It always does.  It always will. When will I learn to stop the fretting, the worrying, the incessant planning.  When will I learn to trust, really trust.

Our small group has decided that we will meditate on Psalm 139 for the next few weeks.  Read it slow, think about it, chew on it.

So I started with the first six verses:

1 You have searched me, Lord,
    and you know me.

He searches me, he examines all of my ideas, my motives.  He knows me better than any other person.  More than I know myself.

You know when I sit and when I rise;
    you perceive my thoughts from afar.

He knows everything I do at any given moment and each thought behind them.  Each thought.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
    you are familiar with all my ways.

My daily schedule, he knows all of my ways and He still loves me.
Before a word is on my tongue
    you, Lord, know it completely.

Oh yes, Oh yes He does.  Every word I say. every word I don’t.
You hem me in behind and before,
    and you lay your hand upon me.

I love to be hemmed in, I love to rest under the shadow of His Wing. I feel safe there.  God’s hand is upon me I am His.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
    too lofty for me to attain.

I realize that I can’t grasp it all.  Not even close. Guess what?  That is okay.

The boy is home.  The plumber came.  We found favor with insurance adjuster.  The window is replaced.

A new week lies ahead, I need not worry, or make plans that are never needed.  I need to trust.  For my God, He searches me and knows me, sees me when I lie down and when I rise.  He knows every word before I speak it.  He hems me in close, He is before me and behind me.  He lays His hand upon me.

These words are for all.  The orphan in Mexico, the young man who’s heart is torn.  The woman at her wits end, The lonely, the sad, the forgotten, the frustrated.  The abused, the abandoned, the one who has it all but still feels empty.

He hems us in.

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