Psalm 138

Though I walk in the midst of trouble,
you preserve me against the wrath of my enemies;
you stretch out your hand,
and your right hand delivers me.
The Lord will fulfil his purpose for me;
your steadfast love, O Lord, endures for ever.
Do not forsake the work of your hands.

I am still being formed.

As much as at conception,

As much as when I learned to walk or speak,

As much as at thirteen,

The purposes of my life are still being shaped.

Psalm 138