Read Psalm 139:13-16
13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvellous—how well I know it.
15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
16 You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed. (NLT)
Back in 1944, a fire broke out in a circus in the New England region of the USA. Many were killed, including a young school-age girl. In time, all bodies were identified save for this one girl. Her face was unscarred so her photo was widely circulated to help identify her. No-one stepped forward to identify her or claim her. She became known as Little Miss Nobody. It seems that no-one knew who she was or cared about who she was.
Most of us have reasonable human connections. It is highly unlikely that any of us would suffer such a fate. Even distant relatives could recognise us. Even passing acquaintances might miss us. The thought of having absolutely no human connections is frightening.
And yet it seems this one girl lacked such connections. The only consolation we have is that the one who made her somehow loved her and knew her. She was not anonymous to him. Even if human beings might not always care for us, value us, or even recognise us, our Maker has no such deficiencies. Each of us is his creation, and so each of us is something of a masterpiece of the master creator.
Nobody is a nobody to him. Everybody is a somebody. Little Miss Nobody was a somebody.