Your Workmanship

You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! Psalm 139:13-17 (NLT)

God knew each of us before we were born.  He knit us in our mother’s wombs.  He knew the days of our lives and planned them before we saw the light of day.  He not only created us but thinks of us more than we could ever imagine.  We are God’s workmanship.

God, thank you for your plans for my life.  Thank you for knowing me and the delicateness of my inner being.  Help me remember that your thoughts toward me are both precious and can’t be numbered.  In Jesus name.  Amen.