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.
How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
I awake, and I am still with You.
I heard the story of a museum guide who would take his tour group to a darkened room, shine a light on a mass of string, color, and apparent
chaos and ask the group, “What do you think this is?”
“I don’t know,” was the inevitable reply.
He would then say, “Stand over there and watch.”
As the group moved over to the other side of the room, he would turn on a spotlight. It was instantly apparent that the mass of jumbled colored string seen just
a moment earlier was in fact an enormous tapestry from the back side. The real work had to be seen from a different perspective to understand what the artist was creating.
That’s the way it is with God and His ways.
We often look at them and ask questions such as “Why?” and “How?” not because there is no reason behind what God is doing, but because we are on the wrong side
of eternity to be able to have the perspective that would enable us to see the order and pattern to God’s work.
Have a great day, and keep moving forward!
Posted on 09/10/2014
by Dr. Stephen Rummage filed under