by Heather Pasley
Psalm 139:13-16 | For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my Mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.
Our days are numbered. Each one of us have a limited number here on this Earth to grow, dwell, and engage in life all while we motivate, participate, and serve those we find ourselves sharing with in this journey. But do we truly participate in this life or do we just survive it while allowing the downtrodden, tragedies, hopelessness, depression, and all the negatives of life to overwhelm us?
He knows us so intimately and has from before we were formed. He made us. He made me. He delicately put me together for a purpose. Each part of me knows this to be truth. He appointed me a certain number of days to fulfill that purpose. This may seem overwhelming and keep me wondering just when my days would end, but I have known since early on that He intends for me to live a long life on this earth. I remember the day very well when He whispered to me to not worry about the length of my life as it would be long. It was shortly after the death of my own Mother when I was 16. I was alone and attempting to escape the mounting number of visitors who had come to pay their respects to my family. I cling to that quiet moment and know that God did not have to reassure me of my life or of His authorship, but He did. He knew me so intimately and knew what I needed that day.
As I journey through this spiritual life on this earthly planet, I want every day to be happy and fruitful; however, it does not happen that way. I have days that are full of depression and tragedies. When I feel like I cannot find the end of the road or the light at the end of the tunnel, I can remember my ‘still small voice’ moment and know that my God was so concerned about me during a tragic time of my life that he chose to speak directly to me. I go back to Psalm 139 and remember that He is authoring every step of my journey as He knows my every part and He already wrote my story! I can feel a sense of relief when I am uncertain of what to do or feel completely overwhelmed.
Prayer: Thank you Lord for forming me so intimately and authoring my life here on Earth. I pray that I am so in tune with what and how you want me to participate in my life that when I find myself at the end of those you numbered just for me…. that I am smiling with joy and contentment and remembering our ‘still small voice’ conversation! May my life authored by You be fruitful and prosperous for your Kingdom! Amen