wonderfully handcrafted

Psalm 139:13-14 “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.”

Who am I to discredit something that the Lord has created. Who am I to say something is not beautiful? We do not look at the trees and say they are not big enough or they are not small enough. We do not tell the great sequoias they should be smaller, nor do we whisper to the dwarf willow it is necessary for it to grow larger should it be considered good. We do not look at the flower and say it is ugly. I would never walk into a field of wildflowers with the notion they should be uprooted. So why would I look into the mirror and only see something that is not good enough. Who am I to try and change something created by the Creator? The King. The King of kings. You would not look at a princess and tell her that she is unworthy of the inheritance bestowed upon her, so why would you see the reflection and say those words to the daughter of the one true King? You. You whom the Father loves. You who is made in the image of God. God. The One who is a gentleman. The One who took the time. The time to handcraft us to be made perfectly in His image. Genesis 1:27.

His word, which is true, and does not return void says, “For You formed my inward parts; You knitted me together in my mother’s womb.” Knitting takes forever. Knitting is very hard to learn [at least compared to crocheting]. Knitting uses two hands, two hands that are working together in unison…in other words it is not easy. But the Lord did it, He did it to each and every one of us.

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As I sit here and think about the Lord I have nothing but tears. I get overwhelmed at the thought of His love, the mere thought of how the Lord literally holds us in His hand. Right now we are being held. In the hands of the Father we can rest, for He sees every emotion, captures every thought, and catches every tear. Seriously my emotions run wild and the thought of His name.The thought of His love. At the thought of His goodness.

fearfully: in anxious manner; apprehensively [uneasy or fearful about something that might happen]

Fearful, I believe, not because it is scary but because there was no room for mistake…now God, He does not make mistakes, He created things just how they should be. No need for change and no need for improvement, for [the Lord’s] creation does not need to be improved. Fearful for what is to come. Fearfully sad because of the fall and the enemy’s grasp, but wonderfully overjoyed because of the hope that the son of God provides. The handiwork of Jesus does not need change. Would you tear down a beautiful house so that you could rebuild it not even half as good because for one you did not create it the way it was and two you are not skilled in building…no because the one who crafted that home created it beautiful with a place for everything and everything in it’s place. You wouldn’t do it to a house so why do it to yourself? Why is it deemed okay to look in the mirror and say things degrading  or tearing down your perfect beauty. Why listen to the enemy tell you there needs to be change because you are not good enough. For the flesh is wrong and the enemy lies. Your beauty is perfect and there is no room to change something already perfect.

His works are wonderful… meaning the activity involving mental or physical effort done in order to achieve a purpose or result is extremely good; marvelous, it has inspiring delight, pleasure or admiration. My flesh which takes harbor in the enemy tells me I am not beautiful. Not enough. Not worthy…needs to change. But my soul which takes rest in and with the Holy Spirit knows it [the truth] very well. It tells me I am beautiful. My soul knows God is enough for me and all of me is enough for Him. I am worthy. Worthy of the inheritance of a whole kingdom. Worthy to be a co-heir with Jesus Christ, the son of God. It knows that I do not need change. That I am beloved.

When I begin to question my beauty is it my flesh and in Jesus name it has no power. My flesh has absolutely no authority in my mind. When I am confident in the King the beauty…my beauty is not able to be doubted. The Holy Spirit rules my mind and my soul longs to listen and love the Lord who is the only author of truth.

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His truth is that I am beautiful.

His truth is that I am worthy.

His truth is that I am loved.

His truth is that I am not only loved but deeply loved.

His truth is that I am His beloved and He is mine.

 

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