you made me trust in you even at my mother's breast.
From birth I was cast upon you;
from my mother's womb you have been my God.
Beginning to take shape under a skilled hand. In the middle stages, things often look strange and unfamiliar. The Loch Ness monster looms instead of what I had created with my mind's eye. It is tempting to give up - I am certain things won't turn out well in the end. I can't imagine what good will come of persevering at this point.
for trouble is near and there is no one to help.
I am poured out like water...
My heart has turned to wax;
it has melted away within me.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;
you lay me in the dust of death.
In the end, it all comes together. What was once a pile of fuzzy, useless scraps will be cuddled and treasured in it's new form. It isn't a monster after all...it just needed a few more pieces added and a few finishing touches to bring out it's character. My perseverance paid off.
the suffering of the afflicted one;
he has not hidden his face from him
but has listened to his cry for help.
All the rich of the earth will feast and worship;
future generations will be told about the Lord.
They will proclaim his righteousness to a people yet unborn—
for he has done it.
Psalm 22:24, 30-31
And I will sing
With all my heart and soul
Music for the King
And I will awake the dawn
With my praise to You oh Lord
How great is Your love
So much higher than the heavens
With faithfulness that reaches the sky
~ How Great is Your Love, MercyMe