Made by the hands of God

"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be."Psalm 139:13-16

"You knit me together in my mother's womb." It's a word from the loom: thread by thread, with patience, by hand. Before anyone saw you, before you had a name, God was already weaving you. You are not an accident or a detour. You were made with care, by someone who knew what he was doing.

Maybe you grew up hearing the opposite. That you were "too much," or "not enough." That you shouldn't have been born, or that you were a burden. Maybe it's the mirror that hurts you, or the body that got sick, or the feeling of never being enough. If someone planted in you the idea that you're worth little, today the Psalm comes to pull out that root: "I am fearfully and wonderfully made."

Notice that David doesn't say "I am wonderful." He says "your works are wonderful." The worth isn't in you having turned out well; it's in the One who made you. And he ends: "I know that full well." Sometimes we know it in our heads, but the soul has forgotten. This Psalm is for the soul to remember.

"All the days ordained for me were written in your book." Your days aren't loose. None of them took God by surprise: not the beautiful ones, not the ones you wish you could erase. That doesn't mean he caused every pain. It means no pain is bigger than the story he is writing with you. You are still in the hands of the One who wove you.