Do you remember when you were born? I don't. I think it would be a painful moment though and perhaps that's why we don't remember it. I never thought of this before but perhaps that's where claustrophobia begins or sensitivity to light for some people. (ha ha) I just think that for some reason God allows us not to remember that we resisted to come out and feel depressed to have left the comfort of Creator's hand. Could you see it if we did remember, there might be a rebellion of births. Mothers saying "come out" of there and a mumble from inside saying "NO WAY". Perhaps there are mothers out there that are going through this right now. (Hmm..a little resistance going on?) We can find out something about that time in Psalm 139. Although I've read this many times, it's the new light I read it in that brings me these new ponderings.
We find that God makes it clear of His involvement with us before we're born.
13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. 15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, 16 your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. New International Version (NIV)
Wow, God's view of me goes back pretty far. This is where I want to begin my blog just searching how He knew me since my creation. Welcome to an exploration from within...and a journey of being created and molded in His likeness.
