As I celebrate my birthday today, I am thinking of the fact that there has never been a moment of my life (565,600 minutes in a regular year; 527,040 minutes in a leap year), that Your eyes have not been on me, Your ears have not been open to my cry, and Your grace has not covered me.
“You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered!
I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up
You are still with me!
– Psalm 139:13-18