Perhaps I am like most folks. I notice more and more the intricate wonders of my body as I age. As God heals me from illness, I marvel that He has created our bodies with such recuperative power. As I look around me I see younger folks than myself whose bodies do so many amazing feats, effortlessly and more often than not, joyfully as they celebrate the blessings of the body God has given them. So many times we all take for granted the miracle of how God has fashioned our bodies with so much complexity and individuality, and yet such beautiful simplicity. Look at the smile of a toddler, the excitement of a kindergartener, the delight of a third grader, the all-out energy of a seventh grader, the focused determination of a tenth grader. God has everything planned just right for the opportunities and challenges we face every step along our lifelong way. So, if nature, in her fallen glory still reveals cycles of beauty every year; so, too our bodies bear witness that we have a marvelous, wonderful, an attentive Creator. He holds each of our lives precious, for He has woven them into His eternal, redemptive design.
Here is the measure of His blessing me;
From before Creation He has always been
Revealing in His creative will His glory
Molding the minutest particle of my being.
He was smiling, even chuckling, as He imagined
My form, my ways and my personality,
As He shaped my fingertips and the brows
Above my eyes colored each one as He chose.
He crafted tenderly yet purposefully
My heart, my soul, my mind and body
Fitted carefully for my place of worship,
My assigned service in all creation.
And as He wove the warp and woof of time
He included one tiny strand as he achieved
His immaculate design not insignificant
But purposed for His glorious design.
And one day I will bow before Him in wonder
Amazed at the working of my life in His hands
As He reveals how His mercy and his grace
Fit me beautifully into His universal plan.
May 27, 2016
Psalm 139: 13-16
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous–how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.