This weekend I was witness to the beauty of life. I’ve seen it multiple times, but my eyes truly saw it again in context of Psalm 139.
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. You 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.
My great niece was born this past Wednesday weighing 3lbs. She was 11 weeks early. She is so tiny. When I looked at her, really looked at her little body, it was simply amazing. I marveled at the work of God.
It actually took me back to the death of my baby nephew. I held him in the palm of my hand after he had passed. God’s words, I have you carved in the palm of my hand went through my mind. He was not yet fully formed but still skillfully wrought. He was beautiful and I could already tell who he resembled.
There is beauty in both birth and death. You can’t have one without the other. One makes your heart burst in love; the other break.
May we praise our God through both circumstance for both are beautiful….the creation and birth of a new life; the passing and rebirth in glory of the surrendered soul to God.