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 was none of them.
As I was thinking about a friend yesterday, the statement “You are beautiful,” came to mind. I shared this with her, yet God continued to bring that statement to mind today as well. Today, however, it came in the form of a poem. I am not much on poetry in general, but I do pray this encourages someone who may be questioning her beauty or her purpose. You are not just a lump of clay cast aside without a purpose. You are chosen. You were planned. You have been selected by God for His good pleasure. When you were still yet unformed, He had a purpose for you. And as He fashioned You, He formed you with His vision in mind. You are here for a reason. You are the way you are for a reason. So be encouraged today knowing you are beautiful, you are His, and you are loved.
“You are beautiful, My child,”
the Master whisperer to the clay
as He held the lump within His grip
and placed it on the potter’s wheel.
The lump didn’t appear like much
as the wheel began to turn.
Yet the Master had a vision–
a purpose Divinely planned–
as He bent over His masterpiece and
began fashioning it with His hands.
The process wasn’t easy.
It took much time and tender care
to transform the lump of clay into
a vessel suitable to serve.
Yet after careful molding,
and never fully letting go,
the Potter finished His masterpiece;
the clay now had a form
Where once there was a lump,
with no shape and no design,
now rested a glorious jar
with a purpose and plan Divine.
“You are beautiful, my child,”
the Master said again with pride.
“I formed you and I fashioned you;
you are perfect in My eyes.
You are not just a lump of useless clay
without purpose, shape, or form.
You are a vessel of My grace,
designed for My eternal plan.”
And with those words of encouragement
the Master lifted His beautiful jar.
He then placed it on His table
where He had purposed it to serve.