I find Psalm 139 intriguing. In it, David says things like, “You hem me in behind and before,” and “Where can I flee from your presence?” and “Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely.” It’s like he’s trapped by God . . . but he loves it!
When I read Psalm 139, I picture David with a smile on his face. He’s amused and amazed by God’s tenacity . . . by His unwillingness to let go no matter what. He can hardly believe it! He’s realized God isn’t cutting him loose, period! That’s unconditional love. That’s the unconditional love God has for us, and in turn, the love He wants us to have for our wives, children, friends, and family.
Take a minute and slowly read David’s prayer of thanksgiving and love. Imagine the smile on his face as he says it out loud . . .
You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
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.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.
If only you, God, would slay the wicked!
Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!
They speak of you with evil intent;
your adversaries misuse your name.
Do I not hate those who hate you, Lord,
and abhor those who are in rebellion against you?
I have nothing but hatred for them;
I count them my enemies.
Search me, God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.
Challenge: Now it’s your turn. Read it again, and say it out loud for yourself. Right now. Make it yours.