Your hands have made me and fashioned me.
An intricate unity;
Yet You would destroy me.
Remember, I pray, that You have made me like clay.
And will You turn me into dust again?
Did you not pour me out like milk,
And curdle me with skin and flesh,
And knit me together with bones and sinews?
You have granted me life and favor
And Your care has preserved my spirit.
Too often, we take our bodies for granted. In a world of fitness trends, plastic surgery, Snapchat filters and photoshop, we see our bodies as something to mold and manipulate into fitting society’s definition of beautiful.
Yet, we forget that Someone has already molded these bodies of ours. And it wasn’t like a factory assembly line type of design. No, each one of us was uniquely and intricately created. Over thousands of years, spanning generations, God didn’t duplicate a single person (not even in cases of identical twins!). No two fingerprints are replicas. No voice is the same. No personality, calling or life story is a copy of someone else’s.
Because God created each person for a specific purpose.
Those hips you hate? They were formed to give life to your children someday. Your hair color? Totally meant to compliment your skin tone. Your ability to carry a melody? It’s a chance to glorify God in song. Your height? Perfectly calculated. The hairs on your head? Numbered. Your life? Planned meticulously and chosen for a purpose.
Job recognized who His creator was and who preserved Him for all of his life. So, today, I pray that you’ll remember your original designer and that you were perfectly, uniquely, and beautifully made. Because a God who paints sunsets is not capable of creating something ugly or less than good.