Every bone in my body


Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
           you formed me in my mother’s womb.
     I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
           Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
           I worship in adoration—what a creation!
     You know me inside and out,
           you know every bone in my body;
     You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
           how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
     Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
           all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
     The days of my life all prepared
           before I’d even lived one day.

Day two.

This is something a stranger told me this morning while talking about the movie  Juno. They probably didn’t get   my reaction to it since I started to tear up. Oops.

I Googled it and it’s a Davidic poem from Psalm 139:13-16, or at least an interpretation of the Hebrew poem by The Message. I knew it by a different interpretation, but I like this one better. I don’t think it’s suppose to be sad, but it seems sad right now. Still beautiful. And hopeful in some ways, but heartbreaking in others. Heartbreaking when applied to my daughter, since every bone formed in her body didn’t form the way I wanted. And now she’s in pain. But she is still most definitely, without a doubt,  marvelously made! I love her so much!

One Response to “Every bone in my body”

  1. thainamu says:

    Where’s the “Likes this” button?

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