Is it God's place in my life or my place in God's
I memorized this Psalm a long time ago. Amazing how it has stuck with me.
After that introduction that sounds horns, crashes cymbals to announce the Creator, verse 4 is like a quite whisper. The humility of the statement, Who is man that you take notice of him. At once I am both convinced of my insignificance and my significance. How can that be?
In the scope of things I am navel lint on the time line of history. But in my father's eye I am the crown of his creation. I have the hope of his glory. Having grown children this really smacks.
I know the dreams I've had for my kids. How I Iong for them to them to taste life and its sweetness. How I have hurt for them when life is tough, demanding and insurmountable.
Could it be that I have a father in heaven whose longings for me are not even in the same universe. If my longing and love for my children is compared to a one with seven zeros, then my heavenly father's longing is a one with 10 to 40th power zeros. I can't imagine that!
Father in the midst of the frustration of writing study guides, when I feel that overwhelming flood of self contempt, when I try to write things I've spoken of thousands of times from a mind that seems to be empty or at least on vacation, I need to feel beyond touch, to feel in a place that no one sees that you are mindful of me. Help me not allow my preoccupation with my circumstances erase the obvious care, concern and desire you have to enter my world.
Even though the clouds block the sky this morning father, I long to be awed by what you've created around me and become convinced to live as if you do care, are concerned and available.
O Lord, my lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth and today my it be ever presently majestic in my mind, my heart, my soul, my everything!
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