I started writing "Wonderfully Made" out of one of my favorite Psalms, 139. I was sad for all of the time that I’ve spent hating on myself, letting shame and fear run my days, looking at other people or to my own performance in life to measure what I’m worth. What if I took God at his word? What if I actually believed that I am fearfully and wonderfully made? What if I lived like all the days ordained for my life really were written in His book before one of them came to be? Wouldn’t that change