13 For You formed my inward parts;
You wove me in my mother’s womb.
14 I will give thanks to You,
For I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Wonderful are Your works,
And my soul knows it very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth;
16 Your eyes have seen my unformed substance;
And in Your book were all written
The days that were ordained for me,
When as yet there was not one of them.
If you’ve allowed a woe-is-me attitude to creep in, if you’ve taken inventory of your of your very particular set of skills and come up wanting, if practically everybody else does it better, if you’re spending life on the bench, these verses are for you.
And if you’re supremely grateful for all that God has graced you with, and want to pile it on, these verses are for you too.
This is a if-you-stop-and-think-about-it passage that can only be summed up with a “wow!”
First, the Lord of the Universe, before the beginning of time, along with his designs for New Zealand, his calculations for the tilt of the earth, and his notes on making air, had me on his drawing board. It was at that time, for some reason, he chose 5’6″ as my ideal height, and purposefully left math out of my skill set. Whatever I might think about myself, from reading this, I think the Lord would be slightly irked that I was disappointed in his handiwork in any way. After all, he made me, he wove me, he formed me, he skillfully wrought me, with his own hands.
This was an intimate process, in secret, in the depths of the earth. This was an intricate process, like a weaver using thousands of colors. And this was an inspired process, because I turned out “wonderful.”
Then in the end, he stamped an expiration date on me. But this limitation is not to be thought of as sobering, for if out of nothing he cared enough to make me, surely I’ll return to his side after my run is over. That is, if I believe all this.
And who am I to argue with perfection? Or, “does not the potter have a right over the clay?” Romans 9:21