I have long loved the last two verses of this particular Psalm. "Test me, O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts! See if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting." I've prayed these verses often over the last 25 years or so. I desperately want to have the God who formed me and knows me also to shape my heart and thoughts. I know that there is nowhere I can hide from his presence, nor is there anywhere I'm beyond his ability to rescue or deliver. I trust that he formed me for his glory and honor. I am convinced that there is not a breath I draw into my lungs; he has not counted. I am sure that his hand will lead me and that the darkness that occasionally engulfs me is as bright as the noonday sun to him. He goes before me as a champion and follows after me as my guard. If I sit down, he sees it; when I sleep soundly or restlessly and rise up to the task before me, he is at my side.