We are dust.
Our frame barely holds together.
We are flaky and falling apart on our good days.
No surprises to God.
He knows our frame and dustiness.
He looks down and says, "I can use that one."
"I can shape him."
"I can pull her together."
"That one is perfect for what I want to do."
"I'll take him; I'll take her."
Hands form us. Breath enlivens us.
We become. Bless the Lord, oh my soul.
"For he knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust." (Psalm 103:14 ESV)