I'm reading Psalm 57, Lord. It sings of Your mercy. It sings of my refuge under the shadow of Your wings. Your wings spread against the elements. Your wings that shelter me and hide me. Psalm 57 sings of Your might to fulfill Your purpose for me.
Your purpose. How much value that adds to life for me. The knowledge that my life has purpose. That I am not just using up oxygen, not just filling a slot in time. You gave me life to fulfil a particular purpose. How blessed we are when we find that purpose and live each day intentionally to satisfy that purpose.
I hate accidents, Lord. I hate the thought that things just happen with no rhyme or reason.
And I love knowing that my life on this earth, my life in eternity is not an accident. How exciting it is to know that I am of infinite worth to You and that You have made me to be a vital part of Your eternal plan.
Psalm 57 goes on to express the song of David's heart - of my heart. "My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast; I will sing and make music."
Lord, I want my life to be a symphony of praise to You!
From the first nano-second of Creation into the far reaches of eternity I have laid out My plans. And those plans have always included you, Little One. You are a delicate detail in My tapestry. A single vibrant thread that combines with billions of others to make a complex work of art for My pleasure.
Yes, you have purpose and beauty. You are of infinite importance to My plan.
And of immeasurable worth to My heart..