You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
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)
Let’s face it, no-one really knows any other person. Perhaps we don’t even really know ourselves. We sometimes hear of people committing some terrible crime and those who knew them remarking how it was out of character. Or, on a more mundane level, an employer hires a staff member thinking that references and interviews have given them a fair idea of that person only to find out they are quite different.
It seems only our Maker truly knows us. Our passage reminds us that this knowledge didn’t just start when we took our first steps or said our first words or began to form our own personality. He knew us even before we were born because he was our invisible Creator. It seems we were loved even before we became useful.
The wonder and complexity of the human body points to there being a personal Creator. This means that I am of value and must not demean or mistreat myself. I must never write myself off as having no worth. It also means that we treat others similarly. They too are the workmanship of God.
The God who was our womb companion is our life companion. And when our lives come to an end, that God is still our companion if we embrace Jesus as the one who can usher us into his eternal presence. Despite how we may feel, we have never been alone, are never alone, and will never be alone.