In your book were written, every one of them the days that were formed for me
… when as yet there were none of them. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I were to count them, they are more than the sand. I awake, and I am still with you. Psalm 139:16–18
Heavenly Father, we are grateful for these perspective-giving words from King David. Measuring your glory and grace, sovereignty and goodness would be like counting the grains of sand on Destin, Blue Mountain, Grayton, Seaside, Seagrove, Alys, and Rosemary Beaches.
To know you’ve “formed our days,” long before we lived one of them, gives us incomparable peace. We live by your grace-full providence, not by accidental happenstance or random circumstance. Because of your love for us in Jesus, knowing you are writing our stories doesn’t feel like cosmic fatalism, but Fatherly engagement. We’re not programmed robots, we’re your beloved children.
You don’t always give us answers, but you always give us yourself. Because you’ve written our names in the Lamb’s book with indelible grace (Luke 10:20; Rev.13:8), we can trust you with whatever else you’re writing into our stories.
Thankfully, your name is Redeemer, not Re-Doer—the God who turns our mourning into dancing, and clothes us with joy (Psalm 30:11). You give mercy for our messes, redemption for our suffering, and hope for our future. One Day, your tear-wiping will put all things right, and make all things new and beautiful. Thank you, Father.
Until then, free us to trust more and fear less—to love mercy, live justly, and walk humbly. Make the Gospel more precious to us, the hope of Jesus’ return more real, and our friendships more endearing. So very Amen we pray, in Jesus’ matchless and merciful name.
