Where do I go from Your Spirit?

My daughter was very very young, 21 years ago now, when I stopped to visit at my aunt and uncle’s house. They were thrilled to see her and me and it was WONDERFUL to spend the afternoon with them. Of course when it was time for a feeding, I asked my aunt: “Do you mind if I nurse her in the living room?” (As opposed to leaving for a back room) My aunt said so freely: “Go ahead. It ain’t nothin’ nobody’s not never seen before.” I still laugh at that, I can still hear her tone, her reassurance and her approval that nursing was of course natural and needed and everybody will adjust… not nothin’ nobody’s not never seen before. 

Truly we do see stuff, normal and not, ALL the time. Private, privileged, personal or whatever. We choose to be shocked or not. Nursing shouldn’t shock anyone.

Recently, I was driving around my hometown with my grown-up son. We were on the college campus and I mentioned this building area and that, like a tour guide… Went down one road by the grass quad, then I remembered a day, a COLD day maybe 30 years ago now, when I was walking and there came a running: a STREAKER !!! A running bare-naked streaker! Whew! SHOCKING and we observers laughed and laughed and laughed. And it WAS COLD. Disbelief but not unheard of, not something we hadn’t seen on TV, but in person? Shockingly funny. STREAKING should shock, that’s why they do it. Maybe not nothin’ nobody’s not never seen before, but still surprising!

Many of us do like to remain anonymous for our foibles and follies. It’s kinda like buying unmentionables at the local store,  there’s just embarrassing stuff. Unmentionable and wouldn’t you know it is the one time that an attendant wanted to check my stuff out when I wanted to use self checkout… geez.    Or how about those drivers stopping by the side of the road… Or someone at the beach changing out of their suit “inconspicuously”… Oh well, shouldn’t be too shocking, not nothin’ nobody’s not never seen before. For us or them.

Attached is a screenshot of an amusing story: “Passengers traveling 1st class on British airways Boeing 747 were worried about a redesign which means some lavatories have windows. A woman traveling to New York complained there were no blinds. She was told by the stewardess: “Madam, if some pervert is clinging to the side of the aircraft at thirty five thousand feet they deserve to see everything.”… ” HAHA…

Well Who Whom, at 35,000 feet or as close as the inside of your own brain waves can look in to all your private stuff? Who Whom DOES see. Well, Who folded those brain folds – to write your story in anyway? Who made you? There is One to Whom you CAN NOT HIDE, nor should you. 

Whose the One who DOES see everything? GOD!

Whose the One who KNOWS everything? GOD!

Whose not shocked by anything? GOD!

Who knows the unmentionables, and could mention them, but maybe doesn’t? GOD! 

To Whom should we tell everything, anything or even nothing, because He knows it all anyway? GOD!

If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

We should be open and authentic to God. He cares. He knows. Psalm 139 of David is our prayer to share. The key “ask” is for Him to lead us ‘in the way everlasting’.

Precious to Him is each of us.

Precious to us are His thoughts, more than the number of grains of sand. That IS shockingly Share Worthy.

GOD’S SEEN IT ALL, AND LOVES US ANYWAY. God sees it all and loves us ESPECIALLY.

 All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

AMEN and Thank You

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Thank You Lord, for telling us that You care,

                and can not be anything but aware. 

Flee from You? We do not dare,

                 of Your Majesty we MUST SHARE!

Amen

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(PLEASE read Psalm 139 and know His Love)

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Psalm 139

For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.

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 close.

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.