This last year has been quite eventful. I got married. I learned that I am going to be a father. I moved out of my parents house. I got a new job.
Any one of these things would make for a interesting year. Put them all together and you have the most interesting year of my life.
I've been thinking how lucky I am. I have so much. The only thing I can do is to be thankful. I hope that with God's help this new year will be good. I'm already waiting with great excitement for the birth of my baby. I hope that I will be ready! I hope that this new year will bring me even closer to my wife. I can't say enough about how wonderful she is. (I'm not just saying this because she got me an iPod, so now I'm just as cool as the Pope) I can go on and on but I will stop and just let this new year begin.
In the evening prayers of the Liturgy of the Hours for last night this psalm was read. I think it fits
Psalm 139(138) Domine, probasti
O Lord, you search me and you know me,
you know my resting and my rising,
you discern my purpose from afar.
You mark when I walk or lie down,
all my ways lie open to you.
Before ever a word is on my tongue
you know it, O Lord, through and through.
Behind and before you besiege me,
your hand ever laid upon me.
Too wonderful for me this knowledge,
too high, beyond my reach.
O where can I go from your spirit,
or where can I flee from your face?
If I climb the heavens, you are there.
If I lie in the grave, you are there.
If I take the wings of the dawn
and dwell at the sea's furthest end,
even there your hand would lead me,
your right hand would hold me fast.
If I say: "Let the darkness hide me
and the light around me be night,"
even darkness is not dark for you
and the night is as clear as the day.
For it was you who created my being,
knit me together in my mother's womb.
I thank you for the wonder of my being,
for the wonders of all your creation.
Already you knew my soul
my body held no secret from you
when I was being fashioned in secret
and molded in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw all my actions,
they were all of them written in your book;
every one of my days was decreed
before one of them came into being.
To me, how mysterious your thoughts,
the sum of them not to be numbered!
If I count them, they are more than the sand;
to finish, I must be eternal, like you.
O search me, God, and know my heart.
O test me and know my thoughts.
See that I follow not the wrong path
and lead me in the path of life eternal.