He saw you

“I saw you.”

Before the world could name you, before a single hand could hold you,

My eyes saw you.

When you were formless, when you were nothing but a mystery to everyone else,

you were already known—already chosen—already loved.

You call yourself unfinished.

You look at your weakness, your flaws, your scars, and you think you are a mistake—an accident—an afterthought.

But hear Me: I do not see what you see.

I see the substance I formed with My own hands. I see purpose where you only see brokenness. I see glory where you only see dust.

Every one of your days—

not just the good ones, not just the strong ones, not just the ones you would have chosen—

every one of your days is written in My book.

I recorded them before a single one came to pass.

Nothing is wasted.

Not the season you want to forget.

Not the nights of silence.

Not the battles you never asked for.

Even there, especially there, I am weaving meaning.

So stop despising your story.

Stop calling ruined what I have declared redeemed. Stop cursing the very days I have authored with care.

Do you not know?

I am not careless with you.

I am not random with your life.

I am not indifferent to your pain.

Beloved, I fashioned your days before you ever breathed. Do not waste them.

Live awake.

Live holy.

Live surrendered.

Live as if every moment carries the fingerprints of eternity—because it does.

For I saw you when you were nothing.

And if I saw you then,

do you think I do not see you now?

If I authored your beginning,

do you think I will not also finish your story?

Take courage.

Your life is not an accident.

Your days are not meaningless.

You are fully seen, fully known, fully purposed.

And I—the God who wrote you into existence—

will not abandon a single line of what I have begun.