We live in a world of shapes. If someone was to ask you the shape of an orange, you would say, “it’s round”. If you’re selling something on line you might refer to the item as being in “good shape or bad shape”. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I don’t see a shape at all. I see lines created by experience and time. Sometimes I see a smile and sometimes just a blank stare. Every morning I see a mass of hair piled on top of my head with curls spiraling out with no particular style. I’m quite a sight when I first roll out of bed. Most days it cracks me up and I hurry down the hall to show it to my husband. Together we laugh and he tells me how much he likes my messy bedhead. This is how my day usually begins. I’m grateful for my husband and for a sense of worth that has come with with time and healing.
In Psalm 139:13-14 the psalmist wrote, “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 am sure there have been times when people have looked at me and said, “she’s in bad shape”. They would have been correct, probably. There was a time when my brokenness was worn on the outside like old shingles on a dilapidated barn. My inmost being; my soul was buried deep in disappointment, hurt and grief.
I’ve read this psalm a number of times and for some reason it has always sounded like nice poetic words. It has never had a big impact on me until now.
The thought of being created by God, knowing that he had a plan for me before I was even out of the womb is more than amazing, it’s beyond overwhelming. God knew before I was born that mom would have a difficult time accepting a baby girl. But somehow, on that Valentine’s Day, in the midst of her fear and confusion, she managed to give me a name that means “Beloved”. God had his hand on me even then and He had his hand on my mom.
I don’t have to wonder if there are others who have struggled with identity. I could probably make a list here and on any given day, even add my name to it.
God made each of us “fearfully and wonderfully”. The word fearfully in this passage translates as careful. God took special care when he made each of us and His work is wonderful!
Apple shape, pear shape, bad shape, good shape (sounds like a Seuss book). No matter your shape, I hope that you can take hold of this scripture and know that from the inside out, God was quite careful when he shaped you.
May you find peace in knowing this.
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