Over the summer, when I was in the hospital, what hit me more than anything with all the tests, blood work, meds, etc. was the doctors and nurses’ resources were limited. Don’t get me wrong. They were the finest in the field. They were so kind. Yet, in the twelve days I was there, they struggled to find answers. Nobody could answer the why. Why did this happen? How did this happen? They could only speculate.
I don’t serve a God like that. I serve a God who knows it all. This was a time when I wished God would make a phone call. Send a letter. Psalm 139 declares:
“For You formed my innermost parts; You knit me [together] in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks and praise to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from You, When I was being formed in secret, And intricately and skillfully formed [as if embroidered with many colors] in the depths of the earth. Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; And in Your book were all written The days that were appointed for me, When as yet there was not one of them [even taking shape].”
Psalms 139:13-16 AMP
https://bible.com/bible/1588/psa.139.13-16.AMP
My body, your body every cell is known by our Creator God. When we struggle with our dusty bodies, this quiets me. The Lord knows it all. I may have questions that I won’t have answered on this side of heaven, but I know that my God knows me. He is the answer to my questions. We were known even before we were created. He knows the number of my days. I have been given this day.
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“How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I could count them, they would outnumber the sand. When I awake, I am still with You.”
Psalms 139:17-18 AMP
https://bible.com/bible/1588/psa.139.17-18.AMP
One of my favorite chapters are the chapters that record God’s answer to Job. I remember that his understanding, his wisdom is so beyond me. Outnumber the grains of sand. I cannot even fathom this. And yet, he still sees me and is with me.
In my worry God, You are my stillness. In my searching God, you are my answers. In my blindness God, you are my vision. In my bondage God, you are my freedom. And in my weakness God, You are my power. https://www.lyrics.com/lyric/33224299/God+of+All+My+Days
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