Boy, do I need it today. Everyday, I guess, but I am sure feeling it this afternoon.
I had a whole list going of everything I’d done wrong so far today. I was generally just feeling like a rotten excuse for a mom, a wife, a human. And yet …
For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well. (Psalm 139:13-14 NASB)
My soul knows, even when my brain forgets: You don’t make second-rate junk. And since You made me, I must not be second-rate junk. I was handcrafted. A unique work of art.
Thank You for looking through all the painting over I’ve tried to do. You see beyond the dirt and dust and grime to the child You created. Thank You for continuing to find me worth making holy.