For You formed my inward parts;
You covered me in my mother’s womb.
I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.
And in Your book they all were written,
The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of them.
I may physically favor my parents but I am made in the image of God.
I’m sure my mom and dad were thrilled with the news they would have a baby.
They did not know my sex or the color of my eyes.
They had no idea what my favorite food would be.
They didn’t know my interests.
And, for sure, when I was born they did not introduce me to their friends by saying, “We have a baby preacher!”
But God knew.
He knew my days before any existed.
He knew who would tell me the Gospel.
It saddened Him because He knew I would reject it several times.
He loved me and called me to Himself and I came.
He called me into ministry and I rejected that too.
But He loved me and called me again and I came.
My life would not exist without His life in me.