“I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well." (Psalms 139:15) Through man, God splashes forth miracles science cannot reproduce. Not only is man unique, but this individuality differs from the billions of humans before and about him. No two are alike. Each tiny preference reflects that I am me and you are you. Example: My favorite candy bar is Almond Joy. My husband’s favorite is Zero. And this, (I tease him) reflects our personalities!
“He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust…” Psalms 91:4. What? God has feathers? Maybe God wants us to stop and exercise our brain a little bit.
- The strongest muscle in the body of a bird is the muscle attaching the wing to the breast. So…that would be God’s stronghold; a place of protection.
- The softest feathers are the down feathers beneath the wings of a bird. So…this place is a place of comfort.
- This place is close to the heart. So…you would be close enough to hear the very heartbeat of God.
Wow! Wither it is God’s wings or his arms, there is no other place I would rather be…than protected, comforted and close to God’s heart.
“Behold now the behemoth, which I made with thee; he eateth the grass as an ox. Lo now, his strenghth is in his loins, and his force is in the navel of his belly. He moveth his tail like a cedar…” Job 40:15-17. This passage continues to describe the behemoth, and I get so excited because this huge creature sounds like a dinosaur! Wow. Oh, wow! Look at verse 15, ‘…which I made with thee...’ That means Job lived with the dinosaurs! He got to see them, watch them and probably run from them. Job even got the honor to write about the mighty dinosaurs. God gives me the information scientists cannot always give.
It spurs the imagination! The imagination spurs learning! “He maketh my feet like hinds’ feet, he setteth me upon my high places.” Psalms 18:33
As a girl I always loved those high-heeled shoes, and I dreamed of the time I could dance in them. As an adult I think they are beautiful and graceful . . . but not on me. They hurt, I walk very tipsy and standing for a long time is impossible. With this verse I imagine goat hooves molded to my ankles and groan. How ugly! Yet, to get to the high places you must climb the mountain. Handling the rugged terrain works better with goat feet than stylish stilettos! He makes me what I need to be to get where he wants me to go!