I’ve always been creative, but my creativity is limited to writing, photography, music, and little kid craft projects. I envy artists who can pick up a paintbrush and make beautiful pictures with it.
If a mortal artist can put that much talent, creativity, and effort into an art project, how more much precision and love does God put into each individual He foresees?
The hard part, for me at least, is accepting it. God made me. Each cell. Each bone. Each chromosome. Each vein. Each drop of blood.
The hard part, for me at least, is accepting it. God made me. Each cell. Each bone. Each chromosome. Each vein. Each drop of blood.
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. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.
-Psalm 139:13-16
-Psalm 139:13-16
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