Robert Gottschall "This is the story of my life" Psalms 139. He wrote that above the Psalms, signed his name, dated it and highlighted it with a yellow marker. This was important to him. After his death, I picked up my dad's Bible. He had put a bookmark on this Psalms. He knew I would want to read what he was reading.
Psalms 139
O Lord, you have examined
my heart
and know everything
about me.
You know when I sit down or stand up
You know my every thought when far away.
You chart the path ahead of me
and tell me where to stop
and rest.
Every moment you know
where I am.
You know what I am going to
say
even before I say it, Lord.
You both precede and follow me.
You place your hand of
blessing on my head.
Such knowledge is too
wonderful to me,
too great for me to know!
I can never escape from your
spirit!
I can never get away from
your presence!
If I go up to heaven, you are there;
if I go down to the place
of the dead, you are
there.
If I ride the wings of the
morning,
if I dwell by the farthest
oceans,
even there your hand will
guide me,
and your strength will
support me.
I could ask the darkness to
hide me
and the light around me to
become night-
but even in darkness I
cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as
bright as day.
Darkness and light are
both alike to you.
You made all the delicate,
inner parts of my body
and knit me together in
my mother's womb.
Thank you for making me so
wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is
marvelous-and how
well I know it.
You watched me as I was being
formed in utter
seclusion,
as I was woven together in
the dark of the womb.
You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was
recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
How precious are your
thoughts about me,
O God!
They are innumerable!
I can't count them;
they outnumber the grains
of sand!
And when I wake up in the
morning,
you are still with me!
O God, if only you would
destroy the wicked!
Get out of my life, you
murderers!
They blaspheme you;
your enemies take your
name in vein.
O Lord, shouldn't I hate
those who hate you?
Shouldn't I despise those
who resist you?
Yes, I hate them with
complete hatred, (one translation is "perfect hatred")
for your enemies are my
enemies.
Search me, O God, and know
my heart;
test me and know my
thoughts.
Point out anything in me
that offends you,
and lead me along the
path of everlasting life.
Rest in peace Dad,
Nancy G
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