I was reading about the subject of being fearfully and wonderfully made which is a topic that typically makes me want to close the book as I roll my eyes. I'm just being honest. Because I don't know about you but as life has gone along and things with my physical body have changed (not altogether for the better) I've had a harder and harder time accepting that I'm fearfully and wonderfully made. I mean, sure... I was once fearfully made. Then I made choices that shaped my physical appearance, I was too lazy with sunscreen sometimes, or doing those post C-section ab workouts. Maybe I should have flossed better and then I wouldn't have gotten so many cavities. That ugly curling iron burn scar... yep, I did that. I've struggled because I've solely re-shaped this amazing being I was given to do life in. I've been known to think it would be a lot like spray painting graffiti over the top of Sistine Chapel masterpieces. I mean, graffiti art is alright, and even somewhat cool sometimes, but it's no Michelangelo. That's all I'm saying.
That morning as I read my devotional, Sharon Jaynes said, "Like an artist who sees the finished work in his mind’s eye, God saw your unformed substance and then began to fashion you from head to toe. He made no mistakes but planned each detail of your being. You do not need to compare yourself to other works of art, but thank the Artist for how He chose to create the masterpiece called…you."
He saw the finished work. He saw the days when my hair looks awful. The days when it all cascaded neatly into place. He saw the wrinkles that will come and the gray hair that will multiply. He saw the places that will eventually sag and loosen. He saw the finished work before he ever began and called it GOOD. Tears rolled down my eyes as I realized that what I have done or haven't done haven't ruined God's artwork... they have been a part of it with His full awareness from the very beginning. Yet He still calls me His workmanship and masterpiece! He knit me together in my mother's womb and I can tell you first hand you don't begin a knitting project without some idea of the end result. (Well, with the exception of that first scarf you try to make that seems like it will go on and on forever and swallow your entire city because you don't know how to cast off.) This idea completely rocked my world. I think days later, I am still reeling from the soft loving truth that seeped in. I needed this so badly.
"For you created my inmost being;
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
When I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
Your eyes saw my unformed body." (Psalm 139:13-16)
Happy Weekend sweet things.
Today I am thankful for:
God's creative provision for our needs
Beach time with dear friends
Fun plans for next week
Good conversations with girlfriends