God Notions

Psalm 8

O LORD, our Lord,

how majestic is your name in all the earth!

You have set your glory above the heavens. From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise because of your enemies, to silence the foe and avenger.

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?

You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him, with glory and honor.

You made him ruler over the works of your hands; you put everything under his feet: all the flocks and herds, and the beast of the air, and the fish of the sea, all that swim the paths of the seas.

O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!

Who am I that God is mindful of me? But, I know that He is.

 I climbed a mountain once. Right through a raincloud I climbed, and when I looked down I could still see it raining. When I looked above, the sky was blue as a robin’s egg and the cotton white clouds were rolling above me, I could almost touch them. 

I shrunk in the massiveness of the mountain, the sky, the clouds. The reality of my smallness in the presence of God’s majesty was humbling. But there I stood, completely aware of my smallness, but even more aware of His greatness, and love.

 The first time I held my babies I could not take in the miracle I held in my hands. I wanted time to STOP! In that one moment, I became so very aware of time, of its value and that it was God who had created it. He created my babies, he gave them life, and there I was in time, in awe of God and enveloped in love. I began to realize keenly, and painfully the depth of God’s love for us. 

 Love is why God is mindful of me… and you.

 I am reminded of his love because I have loved, and do love, and am loved. I can think I love as much as God, but I do not.

 Years ago, I was teaching a Sunday school class of about 20 children, grades Kindergarten to sixth. I asked what they thought was important to God. Around the room came answers of prayer, tithing, giving, missions, and much more. All great answers, then I came to one last kindergarten boy. I asked him what he thought was important to God. In a small unsure voice, he said, “people?” 

 I was humbled. I had forgotten. I am the reason, as are you are the reason, for no other reason than being loved by a selfless sacrificial loving Father and His Son… and He is mindful of us.

Holy God,

I am overwhelmed by you.

I am without words.