Beloved, you belong to God.
Before God’s voice thundered into the unformed cosmos,
Sending forth light at 186,000 miles per second,
Before He created the Canis Majoris star large enough
To house seven quadrillion earths,
Before He set the earth on its elliptical course and started it spinning,
God imagined you.
His eyes saw your “unformed substance,” and your days were written in God’s book “when as yet there was none of them” (Ps. 139:16).
Before the Lord “formed you in the womb,” He “knew you” (Jer. 1:5).
The pinnacle of God’s creation is not seen in the expanse of the Grand Canyon
or in the towering sequoias of the Redwood Forest.
You are the pinnacle of God’s handiwork.
His greatest masterpiece is not unveiled in a multihued sunset over a rolling ocean
Or in a radiant rainbow arced across freshly emptied clouds.
You are God’s masterpiece.
I bless you to be as Ephraim and Manasseh
Because, once adopted by Jacob,
They knew they belonged—forever,
Who could never be disowned.
God made you and adopted you.
You are His for good!