Of Dialogue Unseen

Nothing we do, no matter how noble, or enjoyable, or profitablecan/should take the place of fellowship with the One who made and knows us completely!Sometimes when I feel busy its tempting to 'skip' a timeof morning fellowship with my/our Giver of How foolish to choose to settle for less of Him on those days we need more of Him! Yesterday I enjoyed some mid-winter canning! I schnitzed the last of the apples from our tree... ...because it looks like the temperatures are going to dip enoughthat the produce I was still storing in the garage, might freeze. I turned some of the cabbage, carrots and onions into another batch of veggie soup! Below,  little spinoff from this morning's quiet fellowship with my Best Friend Ps.139:23-24Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. Lord, hearer of lamentBeholder of my heartDiscerner of thought and intentYou do not see in part …but know all things. You lookBeyond what love pretendsMy life is like an open bookThat no excuse defends Lord, nothing can replaceThe fellowship betweenThe Taker and Giver of graceIn dialogue unseen Through You the branch bears fruitFaith can no proxy pleadPrayer has no equal substituteTo satisfy its need Unless Thy Word prevailsAnd Thy laws I embraceIn vain I hoist devotion’s sailsIn vain I state my case O Lord, search my lamentYou see and know my heartThou, Discerner  of thought's intentHow very great Thou art  © Janet Martin :1-6 & 13-18 O LORD, You have searched me and known me. You know when I sit and when I rise; You understand my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down; You are aware of all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, You know all about it, O LORD. You hem me in behind and before; You have laid Your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain... For You formed my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Marvelous are Your works, and I know this very well. My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in secret, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all my days were written in Your book and ordained for me before one of them came to be... How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God, how vast is their sum! If I were to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand; and when I awake, I am still with You.