Fearfully and wonderfully made

Psalm 139

1 O LORD, you have searched me & you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out & my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.
4 Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD.
5 You hem me in—behind & before; you have laid your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.
7 Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,”
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully & wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,16 your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you.
19 If only you would slay the wicked, O God! Away from me, you bloodthirsty men!
20 They speak of you with evil intent; your adversaries misuse your name.
21 Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD, & abhor those who rise up against you?
22 I have nothing but hatred for them; I count them my enemies.
23 Search me, O God, & know my heart; test me & know my anxious thoughts.
24 See if there is any offensive way in me, & lead me in the way everlasting.



Little Baby Roque is 20 weeks.
About 6.5 inches long, 10 ounces, & the size of a cantaloupe!
This was the first scripture I ever memorized, almost 20 years ago.
And I know it to be true of the little one growing in my belly.
Praise Jesus.

Words of Wisdom

I’ve been having a hard time with grace & mercy, justice & kindness this week.
I’m wrestling through some tough situations, & my emotions are running high.

{Blame it on the pregnancy if you’d like, but I don’t think it’d be any different if I wasn’t pregnant. It just makes all these situations that much more impeccably awful timing.}

I’m hurt. I’m angry. I feel bitterness building. I’m tired. I feel my willingness to love, sacrifice, & die to my self are slowly waning.

This morning especially, I’m reminded of

Micah 6:8

He has shown you, O man, what is Good.
And what does the Lord require of you, but to
do justly,
to love kindness & mercy,
& to walk humbly with your God?

Just what I needed to be reminded of.