When I think about praising God, I’m almost always drawn to nature and God’s creativity in designing all of that. Well done on those flowers, God! You did a spectacular job with that cloud bank. And the way you made the the rain to nourish the corn field and then drain into the lake to be evaporated into a cloud again is phenomenal. Praise God!

But it rarely occurs to me to praise God for making me. It feels a bit egotistical. Hey God, you really hit it out of the park when you created me.

“For it was you who created my inward parts; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I will praise you because I have been remarkably and wondrously made. Your works are wondrous, and I know this very well.” (Psalms‬ ‭139‬:‭13‬-‭14,‬ ‭CSB‬‬)

God did make me. And my body, while very far from perfect, is pretty wondrous. I can do a lot of amazing things with it. We struggle to design robots that can do things that are easy for us, like climb stairs or gently comb a child’s hair. I have a brain capable of my own creativity. As well as problem solving, loving, communicating, playing music, etc.

Despite problems like disease and disabilities, our bodies are mind boggling in complexity and beauty. It bears contemplation. And my body is definitely worthy of praising God.

Dear God,

I am in awe of your design in creating life, including my very own body. I know it well, and yet don’t understand it at all because it is so complex and marvelous. Scientists have studied for thousands of years and still don’t have anywhere near all the answers we seek about our very own bodies. Bravo! And thank you.