Each life is a symphony, a story or a great work of art. Each moment in time has the touch of the artists hand on it. Do you see it, hear it or sense it? Do you take the time to see the beauty of artist?
The sun warms your skin ever so gently. It is then followed with the softest touch of the afternoon breeze as it caresses your cheek. The scent of orange blossoms fills the air and the gentle deep bass hum of a motorcycle on the road.
Stop. Close your eyes. What do you hear? What do you smell? What moves you to the core of your soul? Is it the laughter of your children? Could it be the sound of seagulls at play on a sunny morning near the ocean? Maybe it is the look in the eyes of the one who loves you so dearly or the way they say your name.
Where did this all come from? Who is the artist who so lovingly made this symphony, this portrait or the great story of our lives?
Do you know who the master artist is? Do you drink deeply of the loving work of art he has created for you? Do you trust the hand of the artist as he paints your portrait or as he writes the story of your life?
Look for him. Search for him. Seek him.
For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.
1 O LORD, you have searched me
and you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
4 Before a word is on my tongue
you know it completely, O LORD.
5 You hem me in—behind and before;
you have laid your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
7 Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
16 your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I awake,
I am still with you.