Reflection on Psalm 139
By Carol Boyce
You are the one who created my innermost parts;
you knit me together while I was still in my mother’s womb.
Even before I was born I was in the mind of God. I am never hidden from you. When no one else can see me, when no one else can see my hidden pains or my suppressed joys, you are there, always watching, never sleeping.
I give thanks to you that I was marvelously set apart.
Your works are wonderful—I know that very well.
The same God who created the mountains and the roaring oceans, who created the smallest atoms, the billion trillioned starred universe, who created the butterfly, the cardinal’s song, the smell of the peonies in spring, and had the humor to create the duckbill platypus, created me and declared me very good.
My bones weren’t hidden from you
when I was being put together in a secret place,
when I was being woven together in the deep parts of the earth.
When you started my heart beating at about 5 weeks gestation, when you made my 300+ bones, that would eventually fuse into 206 as an adult, when you gave me fingerprints that no one else has, you put your imprint on me and woven my heart, mind, body, and soul into the person you created me to be.
Your eyes saw my embryo,
and on your scroll every day was written what was being formed for me,
before any one of them had yet happened.
You know my past and my future, my accomplishments and my failures. You always believe in me, always hope the best for me, lead me through the paths on which I have been placed. You have a plan for my life.
God, your plans are incomprehensible to me!
Their total number is countless!
I don’t always know what your plans are for me. I often don’t understand. Yet, I cling to you in your faithfulness, knowing that you desire the best for me and take delight over me, rejoicing with gladness, quieting me with your love and even singing over me.
If I tried to count them—they outnumber grains of sand!
You have more plans than the grains of sand on a beach.
You have planned the inner workings of the systems of my body and the intergalactic systems within our solar system and across the universe. A 1,000 years is to a day to you and yet you know me by name. You have said that even the hairs on my head are numbered.
If I came to the very end—I’d still be with you.
You have known me from before my birth and you will know me to old age and beyond. You are always with me and I will always be with you.