Psalm 63-65 :

On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.
Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings.
My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.
- Psm 63:6-8

Three sweet psalms.

I enjoy psalms so much - I wish I could write such words of praise, of hope, of trust in God, to God.

Let the righteous rejoice in the LORD and take refuge in him;
let all the upright in heart praise him!

words which lift the heart and bring peace to the soul - words that comfort the weary, identify with the hurt, the confused - but in all of them [except one I think] they turn us back to God, back to He who made everything, who keeps it going, who is so intimately concerned with the well being of each and every one of His creation He sent His only son into the world to die for it. To rise again. To return to judge.

You answer us with awesome deeds of righteousness, O God our Savior,
the hope of all the ends of the earth and of the farthest sea.

When I turn my eyes from an awesome God, I only see what is not, I only see what can not be, I only see the negative, the dark. When I am looking to God :D I see love, I see what is, I see that anything could be, I see the positive, the light. When I look to God, I feel hope and life not despair and death. I sense a place and a time where fears are stilled and striving cease - where my soul will find a place where it will be able to stop and rest - and feel more than fine, feel more than just getting bye, where I will not have to cope - because finally I will be whole, I will be made to be what I was made to me - I will be one of God's people - and He, He will be my God - the way it was meant to be all those years ago - the garden, yet more, even better.

O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you;
my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you,
in a dry and weary land where there is no water.