Have you ever stopped to consider the amazing human body? Have you thought about how a baby is formed? How one cell splits into two? How two splits into four, and so on until there is a fully formed infant? Have you considered that God knows exactly how many days you will live?
The human body is amazing. To think that God created each one of us. I know some will say it is our DNA that gives us our physical form. Yet, who created DNA? The deeper you dig into how things began, the more you realize there is no other answer than we were created by God.
Though we don’t like to think about it, our days are numbered as well. We have a set number of days on this earth. God knows exactly how many each of us have. Our limited view cannot see the future. We plan. We save. We procrastinate. We wait. We rush. All the while not knowing what the next day will bring. Why?
The simple answer is…faith. We may not call it that. In fact, many won’t. Yet, it is faith, nonetheless. Unfortunately, for far too many, it is blind faith. Without faith in God, trusting he is in control, we blindly run down the road of life. When we realize God has created us for a purpose, trust and seek his guidance, we then run the race he designed for us.
The Psalmist states the wonder of God creating us and having seen our lives from beginning to end. He saw all of it before we ever existed in the timeline in which we live. It is difficult for us to wrap our minds around. Yet, when we try, not fully comprehend, and realize God is far more than we can understand, we begin to see a glimpse of who God is.
I pray we all know that God created us. I pray we understand that God knows the number of our days. I pray each one of us will put our faith in God and run the race he designed for us. God created you. God knows the number of your days. Put your faith in God. Follow the path he has set before you.
Psalm 139:13-14a, 16
For it was you who formed my inward parts;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Your eyes beheld my unformed substance.
In your book were written
all the days that were formed for me,
when none of them as yet existed.
Marty Pressey 