#Living Psalm 139:1-6, 13-18_Davies, Epiphany 2, January 14 

You know ALL of me, Holy One. 
All my body bits, all my secret thoughts, all my patterns and insecurities and well-played tapes and personality foibles and ego and all the things I’ve barley begun to even admit to myself…
You know my intents (and sit with me as I process impact)
You know my hopes (and conspire with me towards actualizing them)
You know my dreams and yearnings and imaginings, too… and I trust that you are directing them with divine nudges and Holy Gut-Checks and faith.
 I can’t even begin to think about how you might do this. 
So I release the HOW.

You do.

 When I was a shadow of a thought of an idea,
When I was Becoming as a being in relationship,
When I was in the before times, the womb of possibility,
Pre-ME,

You were there.
And you knew.

I release the need to understand; I just can’t. 
I rest in the faith you’ve had in me; especially when I don’t have faith in myself.
I rest in the hope of Knowing; alongside you.

 So even now, I am still with you.