A quiet prayer before we begin
Lord Jesus, silence every voice that has mocked, shamed, or wounded what You carefully made. Forgive me for agreeing with cruel words spoken over me, and teach my soul to hear Your truth louder. In Jesus’ Name, amen.

Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

There were times, and there are still times, when I look in the mirror and feel displeased with what I see. There are also times when I struggle to get my words in order before speaking. In those moments, I pause and remind myself: I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

I did not always hear those words. For many years, I heard the voices of those who mocked me and called me stupid—especially the voice of my grandmother. Her words cut me to the core when I was a child. That is what abuse does. It cuts the soul into fragments.

But God.

In His Love and mercy, He not only sustains me, He also holds me in the secret places of my heart. He gathers what was shattered. He speaks where shame once echoed. He brings healing through His perfect Love.

No wonder David could proclaim, “I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” He knew what it was to be overlooked, rejected, and misunderstood. Yet Psalm 139 became a song of holy remembrance: God saw him. God formed him. God knew him fully. God was with him in every hidden place.

Psalm 139 is a song to the wounded soul by the Holy Spirit. He sings over the oppressed, the forgotten, the dismissed, and the rejected. He reminds us that we were not made by accident, and we are not defined by the cruelty of others.

The Lord knows rejection, too. He came to His own, and His own did not receive Him. Yet His Love remained. His mercy endured. His voice still calls the wounded back to truth.

So when shame speaks, I will pause.

When old voices rise, I will pause.
When my words stumble, I will pause.
When the mirror feels unkind, I will pause.

And I will say again:

I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

A prayer of repentance and renewal

Lord Jesus,
Forgive me for believing the voices that called me less than what You made me to be. Forgive me for agreeing with shame, mockery, and rejection. Heal the fragments of my soul that were cut by cruel words.

Speak Your truth over me again. Remind me that I am known, formed, held, and loved by You. Let Psalm 139 become a song in the secret places of my heart.

In Jesus’ Name, amen.

The voice of God gathers what cruelty tried to scatter.