Friday, December 9, 2016


Verse 16

"Your eyes have seen my unformed substance.
And in Your book were all written
The days that were ordained for me,
When as yet there was not one of them."

As we look at this Psalm through the lens of the Christ Child,
we can see how God had a purpose from the very beginning.
He had the story line developed in His mind.
But who can know the mind of God?
The story was written,
and ended with a c'est fini!
Christ breathed his last breath on the cross saying,
"It is finished." 
The exact days were divinely ordered and planned,
from the fall of Adam and Eve in the Garden,
down through the lineage of David,
down through the priestly line on Mary's side.
It was written before Mary was born,
before Joseph was betrothed to her,
before they trudged to Bethlehem,
Before the cows ate their last supper from the manger,
before a babe was laid there instead.

I love to write. I am devoted to my devotional blog, but I also love to write stories.
The crazy thing is, I have no idea where the ideas come from. 
I may lay awake at night and make some of it up in my head,
but only up to a point.
Then I wait with bated breath to find out what is going to happen next as I type away.

But that's not how God does things.
He knows what is going to happen.
It's called foreknowledge.
He has the possibilities all plotted out,
penciling in your character in His story.
He knows your name
and has it written in His book
which path you will choose.
In the foreknowledge of God,
He knows your unformed substance,
That is before cells start dividing and making more cells.
He knows you and whether you will come and worship or stray.
He knows you from the womb to the tomb.

Adam Clarke says,
"All those members lay open before God's eyes;
they were discerned by Him
as clearly, as if the plan of them had been drawn in a book,
even to the least figuration of the body of the child in the womb."

"Before the Paling of the Stars

Before the paling of the stars,
Before the winter morn,
Before the earliest cock-crow
Jesus Christ was born:
Born in a stable,
Cradled in a manger,
In the world His hands had made
Born a stranger.

Priest and King lay fast asleep
In Jerusalem,
Young and old lay fast asleep
In crowded Bethlehem:
Saint and Angel, ox and ass,
Kept a watch together,
Before the Christmas daybreak
In the winter weather.

Jesus on his mother's breast
In the stable cold,
Spotless Lamb of God was He
Shepherd of the fold:
Let us kneel with Mary Maid,
With Joseph ben and hoary,
With Saint and Ange, ox and ass,
To hail the King of Glory.

Christina Rossetti

By the way, have you read any good books lately?  
I recommend a favorite author Catherine Palmer's,
"A Victorian Christmas,"
Kristen Heitzmann's
"A Rush of Wings,"
and Lynn Austin's,
"Wonderland Creek,"
as a few of my most recent good reads.
(I use the CBD app Deal of the Day to find affordable ebooks.)

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