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Psalm 139 tells me I was knit together in my mother’s womb. I always envisioned this to be the weaving of my DNA strands together to create my physical being, like braiding hair. God would weave them in and out of one another to create something that He would then fasten off when I was complete.
But what if God 'knitting me together' was less like putting together a piece of IKEA furniture and more like interweaving my soul with His?
But what if God 'knitting me together' was less like putting together a piece of IKEA furniture and more like interweaving my soul with His?
