Knit Together

We all start from something smaller than a speck of dust.

I'm not talking the big bang theory or evolution here, and I'm not going back to the creation of man and woman in the garden of Eden.

I'm thinking about conception, and the miracle of human life.

I'm amazed by how we get here... the complexities is our very breath.

At just the right time...

we are formed.

Unknown to anyone, but God.

We are His masterpiece, after all. In all of our intricate makeup, He knows us...

before we are formed, His word tells us in Jeremiah.

In Psalm 139, we are told we are fearfully and wonderfully made. We are covered in our mother's womb... knit together.

so surely He continues to protect us. He is our shield, our exceeding great reward, our fortress and our strong tower.

There is nowhere we can go to flee from His presence if we wanted to. Psalm 139 talks about the depths of the sea and the highest mountain- He's there. There is no darkness that can hide Him from us, because in Him there is no darkness, only light.

Light to illuminate all of our imperfections.

Verse 16 tells us, "Your eyes saw me when I was formless; all my days were written in Your book and planned before a single one of them began." The King James Version says when I was inperfect...

but He knew. He knows all about us, numbers every hair on our head.

We are knit together... but for some reason, sometimes things that are knit unravel.

My sweet cousin Sawyer Grace was born with three holes in her heart.

Two of those have knit up on their own, with the help of the Master, that is...

and tomorrow she'll go into surgery. They'll open up her little chest and the surgeons will use their God-given skills to suture up the broken pieces, so that she'll be perfect, just like we already think she is.

And why we may not understand why sweet babies are born to face difficulties (or why kids get cancer), God knows, and He is sovereign. He knew before we even knew Sawyer Grace what January 22, will hold...

and He holds tomorrow in His hand. He's already been there. Every day of our life is already planned.

Children are a gift from God, and His Word is sure.

Family was established before the church, and His legacy is passed down from generation to generation. My Mamaw Na and Papaw Jr. were faith-filled people.

Their children... and their children's children... and now, this next generation of Caleb and Sawyer Grace...

One generation shall commend your works to another, and tell of your mighty acts... (Psalms)

We will not hide them from their children, but tell to the coming generation the glorious deeds of the Lord, and his might, and the wonders that he has done. (Psalm)

Tell the coming generation the wonders He has done.

Saved us. Redeemed us.

Threw two people together and helped them survive 60+ years of marriage, raising 6 children in the process.

Covered me as I drove over Picnic Hill.

And used a surgeon's hand to knit together a little girl's heart...

"But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear him, and his righteousness to children's children"