Happy Valentine's Day!

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February 14, 2001

While sorting through all my earthly possessions in preparation for my upcoming move, I came across some old love letters from boyfriends gone by. It made me realize there must be something special about written affections that make us hang onto these things long after their authors are gone.

Knowing that you, like me, most likely won't be receiving any professions of undying love via Hallmark card this Valentine's Day, I thought I'd take a moment to remind you of God's unconditional, undeserved, and unending love for YOU.

Check out the following passage from the oldest and best love letter around. Then sometime today take time to read the rest of Psalm 139. I can't think of a better way to commemorate the Day of Love.

Blessings!
Camerin Courtney
The Single File

O Lord, you have searched me
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you know it completely, 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.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.

If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,"
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.

For you created me in my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
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,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.

How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I awake,
I am still with you.