Midweek: Here Are Some Thoughts

When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars which You have set in place,

What is man that You are mindful of him, the son of man that You care for him?

~ Psalm 8:3,4

How precious are Your thoughts toward me, O God!

How great are the sum of them!

If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;

when I am awake, I am still with You. 

~ Psalm 139:17, 18

O God, how tiny we are compared to You! Tiny in stature. Tiny in significance. Tiny in character. 

You hold galaxies in Your hand. The heavens of heavens cannot contain You!

And yet, You care for us. We are but tiny specks in time on a tiny planet; but You imbue us with worth. You care.

Your focus as You lovingly, carefully created Adam, as You created each of us; as we go about our days, 
smiling or crying, 
or failing, 
or eating too much or not enough, 
or hating our bodies or loving ourselves too much, 
or resting, 
or feeling loved, 
or serving others -- Your attention is with regard to us because of who You are.

Why?! Why would You, O God? With rocks and stars and trees that sing for You day and night, with seasons and migration patterns and planets and creatures, every one, obeying You without question, with angels to serve You and lift up Your holy name --why would You lavish so much attention on us? Why would Your thoughts toward us be precious at all, infinite, and changeless?

Because You ARE love.

Because You ARE peace.

Because You ARE mercy. 

Because You ARE goodness.

Because Your grace is like no other.

And there is no other like You.