Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

I have spent almost two weeks marveling over Ruben Danger Roberts, my first grandson.    He made his appearance October 1, just before midnight.  I got to be there, got to see the miracle of birth from a different side, as I watched my daughter Sarah.  In the last few days I have cradled that boy, talked to him, sung to him, studied him.  I am rejoicing in every quirky expression, every wiggle of his little body, almost every cry.  What a miracle he is.  I want to breathe him in.

“Fearfully and wonderfully made.”  Sarah wore a necklace during his birth with these words.  I have spoken these words over Sarah many times through the years.  And now they are for this precious little one.

Psalm 139:  13-18.  “You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb.  I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well.  My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.  Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed, and in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them.

“How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!  How great is the sum of them!  If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand; When I awake, I am still with You.”

My thoughts on Psalm 139 have been wandering.  It is easy to look at this baby and say that he is fearfully and wonderfully made.  It is easy for me to look at his mother, Sarah, and say that she is fearfully and wonderfully made.  But shouldn’t I be able to look at myself and say that I am fearfully and wonderfully made?  God knew me, too, before I came out of the womb.  God knew me and He knows me now.  He knows my inward parts; He knows my frame; He knows all my substance.  His thoughts toward me are precious.  I forget that sometimes.

I have taken it even a step further.  God considers every single person fearfully and wonderfully made.  He knows my family and my closest friends; He knows those I have casual acquaintance with; He knows those who are easy for me to love and those who have wounded me.  As a Christ-follower, I must believe that He also loves even these and thinks of them as precious.  That thought should determine those relationships.

Lord, help me to see people as You see them, “fearfully and wonderfully made. . .precious!”

                                                                        ~~Faith Himes Lamb