Lifting my soul

I've been living with Psalm 25 this week, reading it each day once. It's a wonderful discipline that go over and over a text. God opens new doors and insights each time. What seems commonplace becomes interesting and insightful. For example, I stopped the other day on a phrase I have sung and read for most of my adult life as a Christian, "To you O Lord I lift up my soul" (v1). Another translation puts it this way, "In you, Lord my God, I put my trust." Clearer, but I think I like the first one better. Here's why. I get the picture of a man lifting the word "soul" above his head representing what is at the core of his being. His soul. It's as if he's offering to God what and who he is. (A similar picture is a tribal person lifting the sacrifice to the heavens as an offering to the gods.) The question for me is this, "Do I have the ability to lift the core of who I am to God? Do I have the desire to do so, or am I content with lifting my money to God or my time to God?" I guess it depends on what I believe is at the center of my being. Do I exist because of money? Do I exist because of what people think of me? Do I exist because time is at my disposal? Or, do I exist because I have a soul. Look at a dead body sometime and compare that to someone who is alive. There is a marked difference, something is missing. The essence of who they are as a person has left the shell of the body. It is a noticable change. Can I offer me, all of me, the essence of who I am, to God?