“Wonderful, Known, Sent: My Yes in God’s Ever‑Present Hand”
“For the Souls in Purgatory – Eternal rest grant unto them O Lord”

Ps 139:1-18
O LORD, you have probed me, you know me;
you know when I sit and stand; you understand my thoughts from afar.
You mark my journeys and my rest; with all my ways you are familiar.
Even before a word is on my tongue, LORD, you know it all.
Behind and before you encircle me and rest your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is beyond me, far too lofty for me to reach.
Where can I hide from your spirit? From your presence, where can I flee?
If I ascend to the heavens, you are there; if I lie down in Sheol, you are there too.
If I fly with the wings of dawn and alight beyond the sea,
even there your hand will guide me, your right hand hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely darkness shall hide me, and night shall be my light”—
darkness is not dark for you, and night shines as the day. Darkness and light are but one.
You formed my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, so wonderfully you made me; wonderful are your works! My very self you knew.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book all my days were written down,
my days shaped before one came to be.
How precious to me are your designs, O God; how vast the sum of them!
Were I to count them, they would outnumber the sands; when I complete them, still you are with me.
Grace Prayed For
“Father, grant me the grace to fully accept that You have known and formed me, to stand confidently in Your ever‑present hand, and to say ‘Yes’ to my existence with unwavering trust. Help me to carry this awareness of being fearfully and wonderfully made into every conversation, every act of kindness, and every moment of witness.”
Reflection
In this psalm of David, God’s intimate knowledge of your being is portrayed with profound tenderness. Every movement, thought, and hidden corner of your heart is seen and held by the Creator who fashioned you deliberately and lovingly. Your “Yes” to your existence is not abstract—it emerges from being knit together in your mother’s womb, your story woven into the tapestry of God’s design.
When you acknowledge that there is nowhere you could go that God is not—neither the heights of joy nor the depths of struggle—you realize that your existence is a brave, deliberate act of divine love. Your mission, then, is to echo that truth outward: in every encounter, let others perceive that they too are wonderfully made and known. Your presence becomes a living testament to the fact that the Father in Heaven chose to create each one of us.
Growing in Intimacy/Union with Jesus
In this psalm of David, God’s intimate knowledge of your being is portrayed with profound tenderness. Every movement, thought, and hidden corner of your heart is seen and held by the Creator who fashioned you deliberately and lovingly. Your “Yes” to your existence is not abstract—it emerges from being knit together in your mother’s womb, your story woven into the tapestry of God’s design.
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Sharing
Jesus last words on Earth were to his disciples, can be found in Matthew Chap 28 when Jesus told his disciples, “Then Jesus approached and said to them, “All power in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Go, therefore, and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, until the end of the age.”

Jesus calls all of us to share in his redemptive mission here on Earth. I would ask you to share this Scripture reflection with your family, your friends and your acquaintances, and then share it with a couple of individuals that you may may not be comfortable sharing with, keeping in mind always the words of Jesus, And behold, I am with you always, until the end of the age
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