Your eyes beheld my unformed substance. In your book were written all the days that were formed for me, when none of them as yet existed.
✙ Ps. 139:16 ✙
I love to read, and there's nothing more wonderful than savoring the words and phrases of a great writer. They can make a tragic story into something beautiful and the mundane into something fascinating. And so why should I be upset that before the universe was created, God wrote my biography? How can I complain that I am the protagonist in such a beautiful plot? Being upset about my current plight would be like lifting a single paragraph out of Great Expectations and saying Charles Dickens is a boring writer. The story began before I can remember and will go on after I'm gone, and so I will entrust my life to the One who's already got it in his hands.
It was you, Lord, who formed me from within—you knit me together in my mother’s womb. So I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. As I have seen many times, wonderful are your works. Amen.
✙ Ps. 139:13-14 ✙
