Psalm 139

Five years ago I felt like such a terrible person who has done such terrible things that no one -if they knew them all- could ever love me, even my husband. Then, I found Psalm 139. In case you don't know it by heart, here's what it says: 

139:1-6Oh LORD, You have searched me and known me.You know when I sit down and when I rise up;Your scrutinize my path and my lying down,You understand my thought from afar.and you are intimately acquainted with all my ways.Even before there is a word on my tongue,Behold, O LORD, You know it all.You have enclosed me behind and before,and laid your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, it is too high; I cannot attain to it. 

To quote my Aunt D: So far in this Psalm we've covered how "there ain't nuthin' He don't know about you".

So, maybe there's somewhere you can hide from Him what He wouldn't be to happy about...

Where can I go from Your Spirit?Or where can I flee from Your presence?If I ascend to heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in Sheol behold You are there. If I take the wings of the dawn, If I dwell in the remotest part of the sea, Even there Your hand will lead me, and Your right hand will lay hold of me. If I say, "Surely the darkness will overwhelm me, and the light around me will be night", Even the darkness is not dark to You, and the night is as bright as the day. Darkness and light are alike to you

Nope, I guess that covers the "nowhere to run"

Why God?! Why do you have this devotion to "ME"?

139:13-16For you formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mothers womb.I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;Wonderful are Your works,And my soul knows it very well.My frame was not hidden from You,When I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth; Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; and in Your book are all written The days that were ordained for meWhen as yet there was not one of them.

Oh, I'm beginning to see now. I'm YOUR child. You're every thought is bent onto me and You're keeping Holy Scrapbooks filled with my baby pictures and the big moments.

How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand.When I awake, I am still with You.