5 “Before I formed you in the womb I knew[a] you,
before you were born I set you apart;
I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”. Isaiah 1:5
It's amazing to me, time after time, to remember God's incredible love for us. To think that He formed us - that's one thing. And that beyond that, He knew us. Not knows us {of course He does that too} but KNEW us.
To be known by the one who created me . . . The one who created me to be me. What I see as flaws, He created. What I want to change, He formed. Not that sin and life haven't changed His original creation, but still . . . He made the decision to give me brown eyes. Abnormally small ears. A strange sense of humor. A mind that can't shut down. He did all that.
If you've known me long, you've heard me say: great big God, little tiny me. That great big God made the decision, in an instant, to make me a twin. To give me the struggle with infertility. To give me the gift (or curse) of sarcasm.
He knew when He created me that I would reject Him. He knew when He formed me that I would walk away from Him. He knew when He spoke my name that I would sin and do evil.
The truly miraculous thing is that He made me anyway.
How do you purposely create a being that you know is going to reject you?
What kind of person would be big enough?
My God, that's who. And only my God.
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