Having eyes to see on my afternoon walk.
“If the praise of man elates me and blames depresses me;
if I cannot rest under misunderstanding
without defending myself;
if I love to be loved more than to love,
to be served more than to serve,
then I know nothing of Calvary love.”
If by Amy Carmichael
During my morning of graduate homework,
I came across a beautiful translation of Psalm 139:13-18 (from my new
Mosaic Bible that I am falling in love with). I pray it whispers renewal into your
sense of self, like the illustration on my doctor’s wall yesterday morning and
the winds of my afternoon walk blew renewal over my body:
While waiting in the doctor's office yesterday, I snapped this illustration as a reminder of Psalm 139. God knows every miniscule fiber of my being and still loves me.
“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!
I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me.”
It is critical that we remember who(se) we are.
Reading Psalm 139:15-18 and remembering there is a real GOD who knows me. Wow.
Come, Holy Spirit, and breathe renewal and rest
into the innermost parts of our being.
In Jesus’ name. Amen.