"Out of my depths in his depths". Hmmm. That says it, really. That's my life. Carried on currents that are too deep, too wide, too strong, too vast, too wonderful ... I guess this has been a regular theme of this blog ... trying to get a handle on it, make sense of it, understand it, visualise it.
As the years tick by, I feel the weight of my decisions, choices, mistakes, roughness and unfinishedness like never before. But somehow, surrounding it all, I'm granted glimpses of the awesome greatness in which this little life is completely swallowed up. In Him. Always and forever. There is nowhere to run to, so I may as well lie back and get carried along.
Behind me, in front of me,
I am encircled.
You place your hand upon me.
Too wonderful is this knowledge for me
Too far above, I cannot grasp it.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I run to evade your presence?
If I rise up to the heavens, you are there.
If I make my bed in the ocean depths, look! There you are!
If I mount up on the wings of the dawn,
If I come to rest on the sea’s farthest shore,
Even there, your hand will lead me,
Your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say “surely I’ll find cover in the darkness,
And my day will become night”,
Even the darkness is not dark to you,
For with you night is day, and dark is light.
(Psalm 139:5-12; my own "translation" - using the Lexham Hebrew Interlinear Bible)
P.S. I hope to be able to do some artwork on this when my new computer arrives tomorrow ... woohoo! Finally, I can start CREATING again after 2 months of computer failure ...