Thankful: God made me

For it was You who created my inward parts; You knit me together in my mother’s womb. I will praise You because I have been remarkably and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful, and I know this very well. My bones were not hidden from You when I was made in secret, when I was formed in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw me when I was formless; all my days were written in Your book and planned before a single one of them began.

– Psalm 139:13-16

Today, I am thankful that God made me.

Before there were ultrasounds, God gave David understanding of the first moments of life, recorded in these verses. God saw me when I was formless. He created my body, and started my heart beating and pumping blood. He shaped my bones and organs, and knit me together. God was there from my first moment. He knew me from the very beginning. I was never alone. God was with me.

Every life is precious, because God forms each person in His image. God is present for every aspect of creation. God’s fingers shape each child, and He watches over them as they sleep and play and grow in the womb. Is God’s voice the first I heard inside my mother? Did God sing me to sleep in utero, and wake me up with a tender kiss on the forehead?

God had dreamed of me before I came to be. He saw my life and planned my days. God dreamed of how I would fit into His Kingdom, and how He longed for me to know Him just as intimately as He knew me. My life isn’t random events smashed together in a span of time. God thoughtfully designed the opportunities I would have to serve Him, the people who I would share my life with, and the trials He would walk with me through. He knew my beginning, and He knows my end, and I can trust Him every day in between.

Jesus is the Bread of Life

O little town of Bethlehem

O little town of Bethlehem

Christmas Countdown Day 13 focused on Bethlehem. This town was where Joseph’s family was from, and where he and Mary had to travel to be counted in the census. Bethlehem was the “city of David,” the ancestral home of King David, whose line God promised would reign as kings in Israel forever. Prophets had foretold that Bethlehem would be the birthplace of the Messiah, the King of Kings. But as Mary gave birth to Jesus in a Bethlehem stable and laid her son in a manger, where the animals would gather to eat, they must have felt far removed from royalty.

Bethlehem means “house of bread.” Bread is a basic staple of life. Even in the poorest of places, a scrap of bread will sustain and give life. The apostle John describes Jesus as the “bread of life.” He is what we need to truly live. And, Jesus made his entrance into the world in the house of bread, to offer each of us life. Our ornament for the day, made of egg cartons, helps remind us of Bethlehem, the birthplace of our Savior.

Jackson paints his Bethlehem ornament.

Jackson paints his Bethlehem ornament.