Before my devotions I love to read the Psalms and because this was already underlined in Rachel Mackenzie Wheeler’s Bible that I’m reading, my eyes landed on Psalm 139:13-16. I’ve read this Scripture many times before to affirm my value to my Heavenly Father or the value of another person to whom I’m speaking. But God often uses a Scripture to show me something entirely different. And this time, it was about Him not me.
“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.”
God spoke the world into existence creating a beautiful masterpiece. He, an artist using His spoken Word as a paintbrush, created light and colors, and space and water and land and animals. But when He made man, He did not speak Adam into existence. He used His very hands to form him out of clay and then breathed into Adam His own breath of life. When He formed Eve, he fashioned her from Adam’s rib painting a beautiful picture of marriage when a husband and wife walk side by side.
And then He created the way that you and I came into existence. In these verses, I see a heavenly artist creating a baby yet to be born. Creating me. In secret. I was hidden from my mother and father for weeks before they knew about me. But in that time, really before that time, my heavenly Father was the only one to know this little secret that one day would be me. I can just see Him smiling, so proud of His creation waiting in anxious anticipation for the revealing of His artistic work that one day will be a masterpiece.
“Skillfully and wonderfully wrought.”
“Your eyes saw my substance being yet unformed.”
Can you see that artist working and reworking His masterpiece until He says, “Yes! You are the fulfillment of my vision! But you will be a work in progress. I will leave a spot open in my divine creation that only I can fill when you choose to know Who your Artist is.”
You and I were not spoken into existence. For nine months, We were knitted together. Kept in secret from the rest of the world. Until the Artist chose to reveal us. Our mother’s only getting a hint of who we might be.
His thoughts are of me. His thoughts are of you. We are His living masterpiece created for a relationship with Him.
“And in Your book, they were written, The days fashioned for me.”
Think about that! Each day of my life; each day of your life was written down before we were ever born because these works He fashioned would require ongoing refining. He knew we would need touching up from the dings and scratches He knew we would encounter. We need only to fill that missing spot with the knowledge of Him when we accept His Son as our Lord and Savior.
So today, I marvel at the Creator. My Creator. His heart is for us not against us. He had a plan and purpose for our existence. Our lives were not left to chance or coincidence or to be controlled by our circumstances.
The masterpiece is yet to be finished in us. We are still a work in progress. That work will not be made complete in us until we stand before the Artist, the Master, our Creator and He says, “You were always Mine. My work in you is complete, and you now have your rightful place with Me.”
Oh, how He loves you and me!