We are Known, Loved Children of God - by Joe Lapazinski

As we approach Thanksgiving I recall how we move in an “attitude of gratitude”.  There are many things that come to mind that we are thankful for in the natural world in which we live and breathe.  It can be a challenge to “see” the spiritual and natural realms as one realm. The Word of God can lead us to keep the spiritual realm in focus as we live out our daily lives. Thank you Holy Spirit for leading us today. God intimately knows us. He made us mysteriously complex children of God! Everything that God has done is marvelously breathtaking!  Standing in this light, we can regularly feast on the Word of God, and then rest in confidence in Him. Here are some truths from David in Psalm 139.  As you read this, which of these truths is the Spirit reminding you to Engage in this week?     O Lord, you have examined my heart     and know everything about me. You know when I sit down or stand up.     You know my thoughts even when I’m far away. You see me when I travel     and when I rest at home.     You know everything I do. You know what I am going to say     even before I say it, Lord. You go before me and follow me.     You place your hand of blessing on my head. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,     too great for me to understand! I can never escape from your Spirit!     I can never get away from your presence! If I go up to heaven, you are there;     if I go down to the grave, you are there. If I ride the wings of the morning,     if I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there your hand will guide me,     and your strength will support me. I could ask the darkness to hide me     and the light around me to become night— but even in darkness I cannot hide from you. To you the night shines as bright as day.     Darkness and light are the same to you. 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—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 cannot be numbered! I can’t even count them;     they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up,     you are still with me! In Christ, Joe