I know I shouldn’t be amazed at how awesome our Lord is, but I am. I mean He is absolutely amazing beyond my imaginations. Every time I look at the stars I think how insignificant I should be to such a wonderful Creator. But I’m not. Insignificant that is. Not to Him. To Him I’m fearfully and wonderfully made.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Psalm 139:14
Now let’s look closer at the word wonderfully. To be distinct, marked out, be separated, be distinguished.
It doesn’t matter how anyone else sees me. PERIOD. Not my husband, not my parents, not my friends. No one! Even though they’ve seen my imperfections, even though I’ve more than likely caused them pain at some point in time, it doesn’t matter how they feel about me. They will not be my judge, thank God! Especially since they are usually the first to recall all my imperfections. I don’t blame them, they’re human. And I praise God even further that they don’t get any say in my eternity, if they did I fear based on my track record I’d spend it in Hell.
God sent His son, Jesus, to die for me. He sent His son to take the burden of my sin. He sent His son so that when God looked upon me He saw me as being fearfully and wonderfully made. I know there are several of you out there who are struggling. I won’t call you out by name, you know who you are. And so does God. It is because of you I write this today. God wants you to know that you are fearfully and wonderfully made. He wants you to know that He when he looks upon you, His wonderous creation, He stands in awe of your beauty. He wants you to know that you, my dear friend, have been set apart, distinguished (made conspicuous by excellence). It doesn’t matter what you did twenty years ago, ten years ago, or even last week. It doesn’t matter, Lord knows, it doesn’t matter that you were a drug addict. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been arrested. It doesn’t matter. God is mercy and grace. If you call on Him, if you believe He sent His son to die for you, it doesn’t matter.
Don’t let those little voices from the past tell you otherwise. Instead . . . fix your eyes on Jesus.
Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12:2