14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. 15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. 16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.
17 ¶ How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.
Father God, my Creator, your mighty hand has reached through the portals of time, and with the ink of my substance, you wrote my days in your book; even before the sun kissed the morning, or the moon the sea. You pulled me from everlasting memory and placed me in time. I am complex because you layered my inner being; your image stamped on my existence. You formed my structure upon which you would hang my flesh. And like it or not, I accept the way you made me, and I praise you. I praise you when it scares me, and on days when l feel wonderful. Help me to understand what your will is when you wrote these days with your thoughts. Your word declares your thoughts are of good, not evil. I see what you wrote, but I want to understand why you wrote it, and what I’m supposed to learn today. My substance is spread over years, yet I cannot see the breadth of my days as you do. Give me patience, and trust that I may know what you have written will work out for my good. At times I feel the “continuance”… your continuing to form me. It makes me feel edited. Your thoughts are heavy Like you have to cross some things out, or write some things in, make some corrections. That’s just a feeling. I trust your sovereignty. Let me trust without wavering. Amen