all the days

"I'm happier than a tornado in a trailer park."

- Mater

I have moved three times this semester, and it has been rough... trying to keep up with work, school and you know, life. But as they say, third time is a charm, and charmed I am. That up there is a view from our window... our address, Pacific Street... and for good reason... the big blue is right there. Therefore, I am happy. Sure, happiness is temporary, but if a blessing brings some good feelings, who am I to be a pious, pompous... you get the idea. This is an area I am growing in though, accepting the world as it is, yet juggling the command to "be in it but not of it." Youthful vigor blinds me often... I guess the thing that's changing is my youth...

But not to be outdone with the location, the Lord took it a step farther. Moving in has been made easy by people doling out pots, pans, dishes, we truly had no kitchen goods prior. The only thing I really wanted though was a hot air popper to make some yummy popcorn. I had cleaned out all the cupboards in the kitchen except one, and lo and behold, look what was there...

O Lord, You have searched me and known me. You know when I sit down and when I rise up; You understand my thought from afar. You scrutinize my path and my lying down, and 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.

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.

For 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 were all written the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there was not one of them.

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.

- Psalm 139:1-18

O how precious is the grace of God and the assurance that He is truly sovereign over all things, big and small... all the days...