Imagine, my bundle of joy- the creator of the universe, the one who made the heavens and the earth, who placed the stars in sky, is personally creating you as I write this. The same God who created gravity along with all of Newton's other laws is gently and carefully at work on His latest masterpiece. He is weaving together all your teeny, little, intricate parts. He hears every beat of your heart. He has put your hairs in place and knows where your ticklish spots are. He stared into your eyes, and He smiled. That's right. You are being handmade by God. When He knits, He doesn't make mistakes. Every stitch is orchestrated with His perfection. And even though you can't do or say anything on your own, you are perfect, one-of-a-kind. Child of mine, you bear God's brand name and have incomparable value because of your Creator. Nothing can ever diminish your worth. Nothing. Don't you ever forget that. No matter what life brings. And the reality is that in my own imperfection, at one point or another, I may regretfully stain this beautiful truth. So I say to you now... own it, claim it, relish in it, you are invaluable. God's own masterpiece.
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb.
Psalm 139:13
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