Who You Made Me

I’ve frequently asked God: “Why did you create me this way?

So needy, so insecure, so inadequate in myself to do anything

So challenged in all things ‘mechanical, practical, or hands-on down & dirty’,

So desperately in need of his strength, ‘cause I so lack any of my own”

I’ve often wondered why he gave me such a sensitive nature,

So introspective, so melancholy and reflective, so serious.

So completely aware of how incapable I am in my own ability to do much of anything

“Perhaps”, I imagine him whispering to me, “it’s because I don’t need one to accomplish great things for me, to stand tall on her own for me, or to be tough and leap tall buildings in a single bound.

I simply want one who loves me with all her sensitive, faltering, melancholy being.

Who seriously considers the magnitude of the price I paid to make her mine, and trembles at this gift.

Who doesn’t rest in her own confidence, but settles in complete dependence upon mine.

Perhaps I made you just as I wanted you: fitted exactly as the daughter of grace I’m conforming you to be.”

Oh. 

Okay.

Help me to rest, then, in this sovereign decree…at peace with who you made me.

“But on this one will I look: on him who is humble and of a contrite spirit, and who trembles at my word.”    Isaiah 66:2

“He has told you, O man, what is good, and what does the Lord require of you, but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God.”  Micah 6:8