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Friday 6 July 2012

The sorrow of a soul


MAY 04, 2009

8:30 AM
The great mysterious work of the Holy Spirit is in the deep recesses of our being which we cannot reach. - OSWALD CHAMBERS (My Utmost For His Highest)



Psalm 139

English Standard Version (ESV)

Search Me, O God, and Know My Heart

    To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

 1 O LORD, you have searched me and known me!
2 You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
   you discern my thoughts from afar.
3 You search out my path and my lying down
   and are acquainted with all my ways.
4 Even before a word is on my tongue,
   behold, O LORD, you know it altogether.
5 You hem me in, behind and before,
   and lay your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
   it is high; I cannot attain it.

 7 Where shall I go from your Spirit?
   Or where shall I flee from your presence?
8 If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
   If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
9 If I take the wings of the morning
   and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
10 even there your hand shall lead me,
   and your right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
   and the light about me be night,”
12 even the darkness is not dark to you;
   the night is bright as the day,
   for darkness is as light with you.

 13 For you formed my inward parts;
   you knitted me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.[
a]
Wonderful are your works;
   my soul knows it very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
   intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
   the days that were formed for me,
   when as yet there was none of them.

 17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
   How vast is the sum of them!
18 If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
   I awake, and I am still with you.

 19 Oh that you would slay the wicked, O God!
   O men of blood, depart from me!
20 They speak against you with malicious intent;
   your enemies take your name in vain.[
b]
21 Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD?
   And do I not loathe those who rise up against you?
22 I hate them with complete hatred;
   I count them my enemies.

 23 Search me, O God, and know my heart!
   Try me and know my thoughts![
c]
24 And see if there be any grievous way in me,
   and lead me in the way everlasting![
d]

The psalmist implies-

“O Lord, You are the God of the early mornings, the God of the late nights, the God of the mountain peaks, and the God of the sea. But, my God, my soul has horizons further away than those of early mornings, deeper darkness than the nights of earth, higher peaks than any mountain peaks, greater depths than any sea in nature. You who are the God of all these, be my God. I cannot reach to the heights or to the depths; there are motives I cannot discover, dreams I cannot realize. My God, search me.”



“I am deeply bothered Lord, my soul is in sorrow…

Lord I cannot fathom the aches of Papang, and I cannot carry to see him in this state..

Lord if you are going to take my papang, then lay him at Your shoulder with peace and serenity. Please do not inflict another pain on him Lord… have mercy.

He has experienced many trials and hardships in his long life, he deserves Your peace Father… be with Abba.. and never let him go away from Your loving arms…”


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