I'm sitting on the back patio of our vacation rental home in Florida as I write this. The birds are singing, the sun is shining... a lawn mower can be heard in the distance - as can the sneezing of my just-on-the-other-side-of-the-fence neighbor.
All is calm.
All is bright.
But I know that not all moments in life are as pleasant. There are days when we are overwhelmed by the pressures of life... the worries of sickness... the fears of failure... the ache of abuse... the pain of loneliness... Moments so heavy we struggle to breathe beneath the load.
Whatever type of day describes yours, take heart in the awareness that God already knows. Your days were planned out before you were even born. And nothing... nothing takes Him by surprise!
Let Him dance the dances of joy with you on the sun drenched afternoons of your life, and let Him hold you up in His arms of comfort and care when darkness covers the landscape of your soul.
"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 anyplace 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, "Oh, He even sees me in the dark! 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 precious, how beautiful! 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!"