Day 14 / Dear Doctor

Dear Doctor,

It has been quite some time since I have been able to greet you. The new schedule you’ve adopted makes that almost impossible. Although we rarely cross paths I continue to pray for your heart.

There is this question that beats unending throughout my time of prayer at your clinic.

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Doctor, Doctor, why do you continually unknit what he is masterfully knitting together?

Why do you unknit the beautiful work of his hands? Oh that you would know for yourself the life giving kindness of the Lord! He has compassion on all he has made. May you see the beauty in tiny bodies of the unborn hidden within their mothers and feel his tender compassion.

You also, are a priceless treasure, a masterpiece in a jar of clay.

“Look upon the Lord, stand in awe of his beauty.” Kari Jobe

Luke 12:6-7 (NIV)
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

 

Psalm 139:1-18 (NIV)
For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.
You have searched me, Lord,
    and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
    you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
    you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
    you, Lord, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
    and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
    too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
    Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
    if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
    if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
    your right hand will hold me fast.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
    and the light become night around me,”
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
    the night will shine like the day,
    for darkness is as light to you.
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.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!
    How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them,
    they would outnumber the grains of sand—
    when I awake, I am still with you.

 

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