When an artist sits down to create, each brush stroke is deliberate, a conscious decision with each addition of color and texture. Vivid colors bloom in the sunlight, while deep shadows dance among the pebbles and leaves, creating a mesmerizing interplay of light and darkness.
God is an artist. He knew me before my mother knew I was being formed in her womb. God knew who I was going to be when I was “yet unformed” – before I was even thought of. He knew my personality; He knew my gifting. He knew my weaknesses. He “fashioned” my days before they were. My existence is a deliberate act of his divine will. Everything I see as a flaw in me, everything coded into my DNA, is there by design. My disabilities, my rare disease, and my talents were put there intentionally.
He knows my days before they happen. That gives me great peace as I think about my future. Do I really have anything to worry about in my future when my loving, heavenly father knows my days?
When he finished creating Adam and Eve, God said, “It is very good.” Each one of us is wonderfully made—intentionally made. Wonderful are his works.
It is not my place to question the artist, “Why did you make me like this?” I need to trust my creator that everything is just as it is supposed to be.
Each one of us is a masterpiece.
Psalm 139 O Lord, you have searched me and known me!
2 You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from afar.
3 You search out my path and my lying down
and are acquainted with all my ways.
4 Even before a word is on my tongue,
behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
5 You hem me in, behind and before,
and lay your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is high; I cannot attain it.
7 Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
8 If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
9 If I take the wings of the morning
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
10 even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light about me be night,”
12 even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is bright as the day,
for darkness is as light with you.
13 For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.[a]
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
16 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.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
I awake, and I am still with you.
19 Oh that you would slay the wicked, O God!
O men of blood, depart from me!
20 They speak against you with malicious intent;
your enemies take your name in vain.[b]
21 Do I not hate those who hate you, O Lord?
And do I not loathe those who rise up against you?
22 I hate them with complete hatred;
I count them my enemies.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart!
Try me and know my thoughts![c]
24 And see if there be any grievous way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting![d]