"You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed." Psalm 139:16 NLT
This is a favorite verse of mine. I not only have the page marked with a Post It flag, but I have it underlined and highlighted. Why do you suppose that is? Why do some Bible verses and passages speak to us more personally than the others? In the case of this verse, I know I derive great comfort knowing God is in charge of my life—He has been even before I drew my first breath of air. There is no greater comfort to me than knowing the awesome God of the universe who made heaven and earth and all things visible and invisible, knows me and cares for me as if I was the only creature in the world.
Wow. That just blows my mind and humbles me to my knees.
The entire chapter of Psalm 139 sees David pouring his heart out to God, acknowledging how God made him, knew him, formed him and how not a moment of David’s life escapes Him: How precious are Your thoughts about me, O God!(verse 17). David seeks and adores God’s hand on his life. He is comforted in knowing: You chart the path ahead of me and tell me where to stop and rest. Every moment you know where I am.(verse 3). David, the greatest king this world has ever seen, drew strength and conviction from the knowledge that God walked beside him, along each path and turn his life took, and offered him guidance.
Sometimes I wonder if anything I do makes a difference. My job, my marriage, my writing – does it matter? The answer to that baffling question can be found in this chapter. God knew me before I was born. He had a purpose for me. He made me a wife, a mother, a daughter…
A writer. He put the desire to write romantic novels in my heart. He nods at my ah-ha moments and smiles at all the tender feelings that well in my heart and make me want to spill them across the pages of a book. He made me to write about His glorious gift of love.
Whenever I wonder if I’m doing the work of the Lord, I try to imagine my life without writing stories that demonstrate the need for a man and a woman to fall in love. I can’t do it. I can’t find the passion or the purpose. All the stories lines that run through my mind include a hero, a heroine, and our Lord who knits them together as one, overcoming obstacles and uniting them in His perfect love. As it should be : )
Yep, that’s what God made me. A dreamer. A Christian fiction author. A romance writer.
He knew me before I was born and created me to become...me.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—and how well I know it. (verse 14).
Have a great week!