O Lord, you have searched me and known me. You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from far away. You search out my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways.
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On the background screen of my office computer I have a photo taken by the Apollo astronauts who orbited the moon and saw the earth rise over the horizon - the blue marble earth suspended in black space over a gray cratored moonscape. More often than I want to admit I take a small cloth and try to wipe the bits of spit and smudges from the screen only to realize that I am never successful. The little bits that seem most annoying to me are not smudges but distant galaxies. When I discover what I am doing, I laugh and turn the soul of my heart with humility toward the one who created that galaxy, that earth, that moon, those astronauts and me. I am ever so grateful that when God looks at you and me, God graciously does not see a smudge.
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God, I know that you know everything about me and you love me nonetheless. What can I do for you today? Amen.