Search Me, O God, and Know My Heart
This past Tuesday night we had our third week of our series THE DREAM—where we present to you—the vision and direction of where we believe GENESIS is heading in the future. Last night Mike focused on covering two of our core values; Worship and Prayer. He talked about how prayer is the agent for change that we—as young adults—want to see in the world. Because when we pray, we treat God like He’s God. We treat Him like He has the power to change the world.
He also talked about how worship is not just raising our hands, or singing all the words on a Tuesday night—but worship is a lifestyle. It's a state of mind. There’s something about having a heart of worship that is authentic and passionate, that will cause you to want everything you do on a daily basis—to be a form of worship
Below is a passage of scripture Mike used last night that we would love to share with you all on here, again.
"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,
behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before,
and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is high; I cannot attain it.
Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall 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 dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me.
If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light about me be night,”
even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is bright as the day,
for darkness is as light with you.
For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it 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 saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
I awake, and I am still with you."
— Psalm 139 1-18