When
I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,
The moon and the stars,
which You have ordained,
What is man that You are mindful of him,
And the son of man that
You visit him?
For You have made him a little lower than the angels,
And You have crowned him
with glory and honor.
(Psalm
8:3-5, NKJV)
When was the last time you sat and stared at a starlit sky? Marveled at its
beauty? Considered the vastness of God’s creation?
It’s pretty humbling, isn’t it?
It’s time like this when the question of the psalmist becomes my question:
“What is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit
him?” In other words, “Why do You care about us? What’s so great about sinful,
flawed us?”
The main reason? Because He loves us.
God, the Creator of all things, who set each star in its place, who created
mountains and seas and deserts … He is mindful of me. He thinks of me. He loves
me. Tiny-speck-of-a-person me. And He loves tiny-speck-of-a-person you, too. He
has made us just lower than the flawless beings the Bible calls angels. And He
honors us as His specially-created children.
Think about how much God loves you the next time
you look at a starlit sky. Or an ocean. Or a mountain. Or a flower. Or even the
reflection in your own mirror.
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