his hand is on me

I went to bed sad, and I woke up sad, so this morning I took my sad self to the Arboretum, where it's empty at 8:30, and not even hot yet. I laced up and took off running around the conifer collection and joyously through a newly-mowed stretch of a grassy field, and up and down some more hills, all the while talking to God about my hurting which turned into to alot of thanking pretty quickly. Then I got to sit in this beautiful woodland, grassy oasis (the dogwood collection) and read Psalm 139: God encircles me and places his hand upon me. That was my food for the journey, enough for today. He is round about his people as the walls are round about Jerusalem, and the little jiggle to that song ran through my head. I don't know what Jerusalem's walls look like, but I am comforted just knowing that God surrounded and protects me like giant walls of stone. He leads me by still waters, and water fountains, green pastures and desert ones. In my disappointment and fear today, he reminded me his hand is on me, on me for good, and that restored my soul.