Fearfully and wonderfully made.
First thing’s first: I love God. And I love being used by Him. What’s funny is that I used to look at the relationship between God and His Creation as a big Sims game and laugh. God was Creator and He just made everything the way He wanted and then made everything do things the way He wanted. But then I thought about it a little longer and stopped laughing.
I have this really bad habit of reading a certain passage of Scripture and being stuck on it for weeks at a time. I mull over it and see if I can fit it into what I believe theologically, and if it doesn’t, then I have to see if I can truly change thought processes, therefore tweaking everything I believe, so on and so forth. It’s a good way to make your brain explode. I promise.
So, I’m reading through the Psalms, and start getting intrigued in number 139. And then I hit verse 13. And then my mind is blown. Here, read it:
For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
(Psalm 139:13-16 ESV).
I’ve read how God knew us in our mother’s womb when He was talking to Jeremiah and just nodded. Well, duh. God made us, of course He would know us, even as little fetuses. But when I was reading David’s words, my eyes were opened to so much more.
I like to think of the way He created us like a big Build-A-Bear kind of thing. (Yes, I am aware that that is doing God’s Creation massive injustice, but just bear with me – no pun intended). Even before we were born, He planned us out and KNEW us. He created and understood every piece of us – from our heads to our toes. Before birth, He knew us and the lives we would lead with the body He provided.
He could have made you with brown hair instead of blonde, made you an extravert instead of an introvert, made you suffer massive injustice or not. Each little thing that happens to us, each physical feature, and every piece of our personality all intertwines together perfectly for His glory.
There have been many times that I have looked in the mirror and hated what I saw. I could pick myself apart until I collapsed under the hate I had. And I’m still guilty. I catch myself wishing that I were made different. But that means that I am disregarding God’s perfect creation. He formed every piece of my physique for one reason or another.
I also find comfort in knowing that my whole personality was built by him. Now, I can be outgoing, and I can content with seclusion. I have my fits of anger. I can be overbearing. I am compassionate. I enjoy poetry, politics, and coffee. And I really believe that each of these things were placed inside of me to do God’s work.
Maybe there’s a lost soul that can get down with a conversation about the upcoming Presidential race and conveniently loves a good cup o’ Joe. Perfect. God perfectly built me to reach Him.
I can get really upset sometimes, but God is teaching me how to change that. Maybe I will meet someone who has anger as a hang up, and I can show them how Jesus pulled me through that.
I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
And so are you.
Don’t let anyone let you think differently.
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