As I was looking at these verses (13-18) of this Psalm I was struck by how it speaks right into our identity, who we are, who we perceive ourselves to be, or even who we wish we were! Let us look at these verses together:
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.Psalm 139: 13-16
There we were in our embryonic stage in our mothers’ wombs, being made, being formed in God’s likeness male or female. No gender fluidity here – one or the other – male or female; God did not make any mistakes here, He did not make any mistakes with us.
This being the case means that we should not be rebelling against ourselves, the people we are, wishing we were someone/something else, we are who God created us to be.
So for me, God created me a short person, He created me female, an introvert, emotional, the ‘wonderfully complex’ person I am within a time and place in history. Yes, I am tainted by sin, yes sin has had it effects on the environment in which I grew and that may have affected genetics and my DNA, but still created, known, formed, loved by God even before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book – Wow! He knows my every day – the good days, the bad days, the mediocre days and even the tedious days – all written, all recorded in His book of Life.
Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. – Even before I was born, God knew my days, how many there would be, my allotted time-span, He already knew!
So what does this mean for me today?
In many ways it means self-acceptance. Acceptance of who I am as a person, of who God created me to be. So I accept my short stature, I accept my emotional temperament, my complexities and in many ways I accept and learn to live with the things I perceive as short-comings, the giftings I don’t have and the ways I may not be like others.
My life has been known and numbered by God, He has seen the sin which has broken me, the experiences which have tainted me, the scars which have shaped me into who I am today, BUT He is also the One who can redeem my story and change me into who I can become in Christ.
And when I think of these things, then my response is worship:
How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered!
I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,you are still with me!Psalm 139: 17 & 18
In other words, I am struck by awe at such knowledge! Struck by the thoughts God has of me: the number of them and the good in them.
He saw me being formed in my mother’s womb, He sees me every step of every day, and He sees when I lie down at night and is there again when I wake up in the morning! Surely indeed that is cause to bow the knee and worship?