Ever have something that keeps coming up again and again and finally you think, “Ok fine, I get it, I’m suppose to pay attention to this”. That’s the way it has been with me recently and Psalm 139.
Psalm 139 was written by David and I have read it I don’t know how many times. It’s highlighted bright orange in my Bible. Each time I read it or hear a teaching on it, I learn something new. There is truth throughout it, and I have often turned to it and reflected on it during times of uncertainty because of its reminder that “all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be” in verse 16.
However recently vs 14 has caught my eye and heart. It goes with vs 13, and together they say “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”.
I was humbled by those verses recently as I read and reflected on them. So often I look to the things God created, such as the morning sunrise reflecting off the mountains, or the fog lifting off the farmer’s fields as I drive to work, or the last few stubborn leaves clinging to the tree in the autumn breeze. It’s easy to see God’s finger prints all over the spring flowers opening up in the warm sun, or come across a majestic elk on the path on a summer hike, or even in the little hand wrapped in mine on an afternoon walk around the block. With all of those and with so much more, it is easy to look and say to God, “Your works are wonderful, I know that full well”.
But what has struck me recently is the few words before that phrase, the part about myself being fearfully and wonderfully made. This is often where I struggle a lot. As I’ve mentioned before I hold myself to super high standards and then feel frustrated with myself when I don’t meet those, which is pretty much every day. Instead I need to start remembering and holding to the truth that God made me and created me and that His works are wonderful and I can rest in that. I’m not a mistake but rather I am a creation of the Great Creator. There is a ton of peace in that.
And so as I look out the window and watch the last few autumn leaves give up the fight and float across the yard on the breeze, may I also remember that I was knit together by the God of this Universe and His hand is on my life each and every moment.