Image source This Labor Day weekend, Lord, I'm grateful for the world you created and that I, too, am the work of your hands: you formed my inmost being, you knit me in my mother's womb. Psalm 139 How can it be that you took the time, before time was, to imagine my being, to consider for even a moment that I should exist: to conceive of me so long before I was conceived?
Image source This Labor Day weekend, Lord, I'm grateful for the world you created and that I, too, am the work of your hands: you formed my inmost being, you knit me in my mother's womb.
Psalm 139 How can it be that you took the time, before time was, to imagine my being, to consider for even a moment that I should exist: to conceive of me so long before I was conceived?
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Image source This Labor Day weekend, Lord, I'm grateful for the world you created and that I, too, am the work of your hands: you formed my inmost being, you knit me in my mother's womb. Psalm 139 How can it be that you took the time, before time was, to imagine my being, to consider for even a moment that I should exist: to conceive of me so long before I was conceived?
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