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wonderfully made

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“If I say, ‘Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night,’ even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you. For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there were none of them. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!” Psalm 139:11-17

Not my words, but His.

Not my hands, but His.

Not my creation, but His.

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My birthday present from my mom and dad. Those of you who know me, know that before Youngest Daughter was born we called her Wonderfully Made. She was. She is. You are too.

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Author: Heather

I want you to see life the way I see it. Often contradictory, seldom predictable, many times lovely, occasionally tragic, but every day filled with God's grace.

8 thoughts on “wonderfully made

  1. I would like to know where they found such a beautiful card.

  2. That’s a beautiful picture…and an even more beautiful truth.
    It’s a very special Scripture to read as I feel my own baby girl move in my womb.

your comments are better than eating chocolate in a hammock on a 70 degree day...almost

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