Of Dialogue Unseen

Nothing we do, no matter how noble, or enjoyable, or profitable

can/should take the place of 

fellowship with the One who made and knows us completely!

Sometimes when I feel busy its tempting to 'skip' a time

of morning fellowship with my/our Giver of every good and perfect gift!

How foolish to choose to settle for less of Him 

on those days we need more of Him! 

Yesterday I enjoyed some mid-winter canning!

I schnitzed the last of the apples from our tree...

...because it looks like the temperatures are going to dip enough

that the produce I was still storing in the garage, might freeze.

I turned some of the cabbage, carrots and onions into another batch of veggie soup!

Below,  little spinoff from this morning's quiet fellowship with my Best Friend

Ps.139:23-24

Search me, O God, and know my heart: 

try me, and know my thoughts:

And see if there be any wicked way in me, 

and lead me in the way everlasting.

Lord, hearer of lament

Beholder of my heart

Discerner of thought and intent

You do not see in part

…but know all things. You look

Beyond what love pretends

My life is like an open book

That no excuse defends

Lord, nothing can replace

The fellowship between

The Taker and Giver of grace

In dialogue unseen

Through You the branch bears fruit

Faith can no proxy plead

Prayer has no equal substitute

To satisfy its need

Unless Thy Word prevails

And Thy laws I embrace

In vain I hoist devotion’s sails

In vain I state my case

O Lord, search my lament

You see and know my heart

Thou, Discerner  of thought's intent

How very great Thou art

  

© Janet Martin

 Psalm 139:1-6 & 13-18

O LORD, You have searched me

and known me.

2You know when I sit and when I rise;

You understand my thoughts from afar.

3You search out my path and my lying down;

You are aware of all my ways.

4Even before a word is on my tongue,

You know all about it, O LORD.

5You hem me in behind and before;

You have laid Your hand upon me.

6Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,

too lofty for me to attain...

For You formed my inmost being;a

You knit me together in my mother’s womb.

14I praise You,

for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Marvelous are Your works,

and I know this very well.

15My frame was not hidden from You

when I was made in secret,

when I was woven together

in the depths of the earth.

16Your eyes saw my unformed body;

all my days were written in Your book

and ordained for me

before one of them came to be...

How precious to me are Your thoughts,b O God,

how vast is their sum!

18If I were to count them,

they would outnumber the grains of sand;

and when I awake,

I am still with You.