I was at the coast last week, enjoying a few days relaxing with friends. We ate, talked, prayed, walked, watched movies, read, and enjoyed some beautiful weather together. The air was so clear that one could see the curve of the earth on the ocean horizon. The waves broke ceaselessly on the shore, the roar steady and somehow comforting. At night a million stars twinkled in the dark heavens and reflected into the crashing surf.
I sat there one evening in the stillness, looking up at those stars. I remembered hearing people say that looking up at that vast universe made them feel so insignificant, so small, a mere speck.
As I looked at the glorious creation of God, the enormity of the sea, and the infinite distances of the universe, what I felt was not my own small self. I was filled instead was love and awe for the Creator. How His glory shines through all of His works. I was filled with wonder that night, not only at the breadth and might and glory of creation, but for the fact that I myself, so otherwise insignificant, am beloved. So much so that, out of all the hugeness and possibilities of the universe, God Himself came down to earth– and died. Just for me. Just for you.
How could a heart be filled with anything but gratitude and gladness! My mind echoed the words of the Psalmist:
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