The Creator Of Our Freckles

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Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. Luke 12:7

 I was talking to a friend the other day and she told me how she’d discovered her daughters’ first freckle.

Her two year old daughter toddled past and her mom pulled her into her arms, hiked up the leg of her flowered trousers, pointed at the back of her calf and said, “It’s right there!”

And sure enough there on her daughters otherwise perfect skin was the tiniest brown polka dot.

My friend looked at me and said, “I know every inch of her!”

My friend’s daughter reached upwards and gave her mom a sloppy wet kiss, while saying the words: “I love you” and then hopped off her lap and returned to her play.

My friend made me think of God in that moment. 

She reminded me that God knows me just as intimately; he knows where my latest freckle is and can’t wait to hoist me up on his lap and show off his knowledge of me.

I think we sometimes forget that God was there right in the beginning. 

I think we forget that when we were hiding in our mother’s womb it was his hands that were molding us, his hands creating delineations for our fingers and eyelids and knees.

Nothing about us is foreign to God. 

God can tell who we are by the way our breath smells or by the pattern of our freckles on our legs. He knows every inch of us just like a mother knows and loves her baby’s body.

It blows me away to think that God (who raised up mountains and put boundaries in place for the sea) knows the exact positioning of the constellation of freckles on our bodies.

A God who knows us like that deserves all our “I love yous”.

When was the last time you thanked God for creating you and loving you, for simply being you?

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