My Frame Was Never Hidden From You

“Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me; your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, ‘Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me, even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. ‘I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. 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, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be (Psalms 139:7-16).”

How can I believe that I existed only when I was born? Nothing is hidden about my life’s journey. It was already written. I had to be born in the physical to live out what had already been written. And the journey continues.

I was no accident. Things have happened but there is something coming out of all of this, as I look beyond what I think I know. . . the facts. . .

I am no happenstance, even to my parents, whether I was born as the result of a plan, no plan, rape, incest, or someone’s desire to give me life, I am who I am and I no longer live with shame, for I am somebody. I know who I am and I have found my place of peace.

Within this wonderful creative plan, there is an invisible guide who is amazing and proves to be even more amazing every day. He is the true author and finisher of my destiny.

I have felt his hand through this invisible existence and am convinced that beyond all that I thought, all that I learned, all that I resisted to believe. . . HE IS REAL, a realization that caused me to weep like a child in need of something that can only be satisfied by the one who created me.

May you seek and find for yourself!

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