and to leave me alone

Yesterday mentioned I didn't care about the whole knowing-about-everything thing, and while that's still true, nice to actually maybe know some things. Case in point, this morning, grouped, relevant to Psa16-20, thought about the whole hardening. Here's the guess:

Cement hardening, setting? Mud/clay caking, baking?

Nothing.

That's the thing about Him. He's not distant and inattentive, but active, right there. While we're busy sidestepping left and right, path clear but untaken, the crook of that staff is shepherding, just as He said. He's a stepping-in God, a sleeves-to-the-elbow God.

And the hardening? Nothing but leaving us to our own devices, letting our own choices harden/set/cake/bake. Scary thought to be left to the inner recesses of own heart. Who knows what's in there.