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. (Psalm 139:13-14)
There are times when I go to God for “Your daughter” talks in which I don’t
so much confess as complain about the things that both God and I know I shouldn’t
be doing. There are also times when I think that God should speak from heaven,
saying, “Karen, just grow up!” Sometimes, I think I’m more disgusted with myself
than God is, and about all the wrong things.
But today’s passage reminds us that God created us and that He created
us the way He wanted us to be. My usual response to this is that He did, but
that I’ve done nothing but mess me up ever since, but that’s just another claim
that God made at least one mistake, that He’s wrong, or that He’s a liar. He is
not a blind watchmaker god who creates everything initially and then wanders
off and forgets about us. His creation continues. He’s at work in me still.
I’ve watched some friends paint pictures. They use colors for skin that I
would never think to use in a portrait of a human. As they work, I’m tempted to
say, “Uh, skin isn’t purple, not like that anyway.” They’ve got it wrong. And
if I did say that, I hope they would wisely keep painting with a smirk on their
face, because when they are done, the painting is beautiful and realistic.
When I work on my crafts, I know I must take the project through a “yuck
phase” when I am sure it’s a waste of time and that the project should just go
in the trash. I also know that if I keep going it’s likely to turn out much
better than I thought possible. Of course, I don’t know how the project feels
about it, but if we are God’s projects, then perhaps we need to revive an old
adage: “Please be patient, God isn’t finished with me (you) yet.” We are
fearfully and wonderfully made, and we are being fearfully and wonderfully
made.
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