“Father, make of me a crisis man. Bring those I contact to decision. Let me not be a milepost on a single road;
make me a fork
, that men must turn one way or another on facing Christ in me.” - Jim Elliot

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Sculpted From Nothing Into Something.

Monterey Sunset


Celebrating another birthday.  
Thanking God for all the many blessings. 
I couldn't even begin to count them—
any more than I could count the sand of the sea.



"Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; 
you formed me in my mother's womb. 

I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking! 

Body and soul, I am marvelously made! 

I worship in adoration—what a creation! 

You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; 
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, 
how I was sculpted from nothing into something. 

Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; 
all the stages of my life were spread out before you, 
The days of my life all prepared before I'd even lived one day.
 
Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful! 
 God, I'll never comprehend them! 
I couldn't even begin to count them— 
any more than I could count the sand of the sea. 

Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!"

Psalm 139:13-18 MSG 


2 comments:

gideonmommasita said...

I didn't wish you a happy birthday yesterday but I did pray for you while I was driving around.

elizabeth embracing life said...

Remember birthday lunch in September. Long, leisure, and dessert included. Happy Birthday again sweet Sister Sheri.