When I look at 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,
And the son of man that you care for him?
(Psalm 8:2-4, ESV)
The moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
What is man that you are mindful of him,
And the son of man that you care for him?
(Psalm 8:2-4, ESV)
I have the great pleasure of living in a rural area where there is little man made light at night. When it is very dark and clear, the skies light up in the most incredible way. Frankly, we consider this "compensation" for my work requiring a commute of any distance or our church being a 40-mile round trip multiple times each week. I think I understand a little more of what David saw when he looked into his own night sky thousands of years ago and contemplated the One who made it. He probably started doing this as a shepherd on the hills outside of Bethlehem. I'd bet lunch he did it when he was running from Saul. I think a clear sky and a night of only natures' sounds can put anyone in this frame of mind.
The question being asked is one I find myself uttering quite often of late. God has taken our family through a distinct period of learning opportunities and, it would appear, has given us a unique opportunity that we are taking. Things surrounding this whole situation keep making me ask God, "Did you really drop this right into my lap?" So, as I've considered again this week the weight of an "I AM" who is that personally interested and invested in me, it makes me just shake my head in awe and gratitude - kind of like the wonder I feel when I look at the sky while standing on my deck or in my yard. The God who intentionally made that also wants a relationship with me, His creation.
As I travel the Crooked Path, I am reminded that I do not do so alone by any stretch. The very God who spoke to Moses and said His name was "I AM" walks beside me, before me, behind me, and carries me. I am a son of I AM ... and that is a very comforting thought.
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