the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
Psalm 139 is an amazing thing to consider. It is rich with mystery.
We say that we believe in God, and that he created everything. Yet, when we encounter such thoughts as these, our minds can't conceive them, and we desire to put God in a smaller, more understandable box.
When my father and mother were yet babies, God knew me, chose me, and knew the number of my days.
When dinosaurs still roamed upon the earth, and my whole family tree was non-existent, God knew me, chose me, and knew the number of my days.
Who can understand such things?
We can no more understand these things than empirically prove, or disprove God.
Some men call this folly. I choose to call it faith.
How about you? Does this Psalm blow your mind?
