Peace, be still. Hear those words, O my heart. Peace, be still. For until I sit at the feet of Jesus, until I let Him invade my heart with His love, until I let Him wrap His everlasting arms around me, until His holy words become an intricate part of the fabric of my life, then none of my busyness, none of my good works, count for anything. They are worthless dross in light of eternity.
And so, Jesus, this morning, in the stillness of this morning hour, I invite You to take Your throne. Rule over my life, Jesus, and guide me in Your perfect way.
O LORD, You have examined my heart and know everything about me. You know when I sit down or stand up. You know my every thought when far away. You chart the path ahead of me and tell me where to stop and rest. Every moment you know where I am. You know what I am going to say even before I say it, LORD. You both precede and follow me. You place Your hand of blessing on my head. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too great for me to know!
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous – and how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts about me, O God! They are innumerable! I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up in the morning, You are still with me!
Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my thoughts. Point out anything in me that offends You, and lead me along the path of everlasting life. (from Psalm 139)
7:17 a.m. – 2002-07-28