Thank you, God, that I, who am nothing
Is heard by You, who is everything.
When I ponder this sublime realisation
A surge of immense love wells up in my heart
Flooding my entire being and I feel Your presence.
 
That You hear me and that I can talk to You -
A child to a loving Father
How great and beautiful You are!
And that You, unfathomable and mysterious
Love us in our ordinariness and smallness and imperfection
Among the billions and trillions of people
To whom you have given life!
Thank you, God of the Living.
Amen.
 
 
So many times, reflecting on this truth, I open the Bible or Missal, randomly – only to find these words:
 
Psalm 139
 
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 afar.
You search out my path and my lying down,
And are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
Oh, Lord, you know it completely.
You hem me in, behind and before,
And lay your hand on me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is so high that I cannot attain it.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from your presence?