Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

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.  Psalm 139: 13-14

This past week, my husband and I were blessed with the arrival of our fifth grandson, all who have been born in the last three and half years.  You can imagine the great joy we are experiencing as each of these little ones comes into our lives.

Each of these exciting births has brought back fond memories of when our own children were born.  I remember as we waited expectantly for our little ones to arrive, wondering if we were going to be blessed with a son or daughter!

I tried to imagine what each child would look like.  How much would he or she weigh?  Would he or she be a tiny baby or a plump baby?  Would he or she have dark hair, light hair, straight hair, curly hair, or no hair at all?  Would he or she have my green eyes or my husband’s blue eyes?  Needless to say, I could hardly wait to meet each bundle of joy!

And I remember the first time that precious child was placed in my arms for the very first time.  As I peered down at this gift from heaven, I was in awe of the miracle that I was holding in my arms. 

And that is exactly what they were…a miracle.  I was reminded of the scripture at the birth of each of my children and upon the arrival of each my grandchildren…For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb…Psalm 139:13.

God created those tiny babies.  Even before I was aware of their existence…before my children were aware of my grandchildren’s existence…God knew each child was there. 

Psalm 139:15-16 states…My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place.  When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body.

God’s hand was upon those little ones from the beginning.  God didn’t have to wonder what each child would look like; He already knew.  Those tiny frames were never hidden from his eyes.

I can only imagine that God smiles upon each child as they are being formed in their mother’s womb.  When I think of how deep my love is for each of my children…each of my grandchildren…I remind myself that God’s love for each of them…His love for me…is greater than I can fathom, and I am in awe again over God’s amazing love.

Dear Heavenly Father…thank you for the gift of life.  Thank you for creating each of us in the secret place…for knitting us together in our mother’s womb.  May each of us praise you because we are fearfully and wonderfully made.