"History with God"

"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you; Before you were born I sanctified you; And ordained you a prophet to the nations." Jeremiah 1:5

A few years back our Pastor, Dr Eva Evans, from our home church came for a visit and was giving the message at our midweek service. She started the message by handing out this little tiny speck of a seed to everyone in the congregation. There we were, the whole congregation, sitting there with this little tiny seed cupped in the palm of our hands.  I can't speak for everyone else, but I know what I thought. At this point you may even be thinking the same thing. I thought we were going to get a really good message on 'The Mustard Seed' and 'Faith' that moves mountains.  I was wrong!

I don't remember every word of her message that night but what I do remember is this one moment when she told us to take a good look at that little speck of a seed cradled so carefully in the palm of our hands. As I was looking at my seed I remember hearing these words,  "Before you were the size of the seed in your hand you had a history with God." Those words had such an impact on my understanding of how much He loves me. Think about it, the future is unknown, but the past, our history, that is a different story. If you have a history with someone then it means you have intimate knowledge of them. You can describe times and events and things about them.

Before I was even a speck He had a history with me! He knew me! He knew my strengths and my weaknesses. He knew I would have brown hair and hazel eyes.  He knew my hearts desire. He knew about my sense of humor and how much I would love kids. He knew that I would have my heart broken and He knew how much I would love His Word. He knew that I would love Him and He knew that I sometimes I would mess up and would miss the mark. He knew me and He loved me long before I knew Him.

My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, The days fashioned for me, When as yet there were none of them. How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand; When I awake, I am still with You. Psalm 139:15-18

I still have my little seed. Its in a little bag that I take out and look at once in a while because it speaks to me. It  reminds me and reassures me that, God and I, we have history together, because He first loved me!