Eleven Months in Denver: Tugs at the heart strings

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.

Even before a word is on my tongue, O LORD, you know it completely.

You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon 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?

If I ascend to heaven, you are there; if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.

If I take the wings of the morning and settle at the farthest limits of the sea,

even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me fast.

If I say, "Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light around me become night,"

even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day, for darkness is as light to you.

For it was you who formed my inward parts; you knit me together in my mother's womb.

I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; that I know very well.

My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes beheld my unformed substance. In your book were written all the days that were formed for me, when none of them as yet existed.

How weighty to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!

I try to count them--they are more than the sand; I come to the end--I am still with you.

O that you would kill the wicked, O God, and that the bloodthirsty would depart from me--

those who speak of you maliciously, and lift themselves up against you for evil!

Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD? And do I not loathe those who rise up against you?

I hate them with perfect hatred; I count them my enemies.

Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my thoughts.

See if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

-Psalm 139

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Tugs at the heart strings

So while I grew up it took many years to talk my dad into letting us adopt cats and eventually we moved on to dogs. Man I love my dogs and I really miss them.

One thing I have noticed since I moved to Denver is the amount of stray dogs just wandering the streets. It reminds me of being in Lima, Peru, an international city. I have no idea why there are so many here in Denver but every time I see one it pulls at my heart strings. Like a month ago when I was out walking with Meghan and we saw one almost get hit by a car in the middle of the street, or today while I was waiting for the bus for work and there was one limping around like one of its back legs was hurt. Every time I see one, doesn't matter the size or how matted their fur is, I just want to take them in and give them a hug and a bath. I guess it bothers me so much because you don't think about it being a problem here in the US.