This morning they showed this picture of earth from Mars. Pretty small. But not as insignificant as the anchors insinuated.
It reminded me of David’s words in Psalm 8:
1 O Lord, our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth!
Your glory is higher than the heavens.
2 You have taught children and infants
to tell of your strength,[b]
silencing your enemies
and all who oppose you.
3 When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers—
the moon and the stars you set in place—
4 what are mere mortals that you should think about them,
human beings that you should care for them?[c]
5 Yet you made them only a little lower than God[d]
and crowned them[e] with glory and honor.
6 You gave them charge of everything you made,
putting all things under their authority—
7 the flocks and the herds
and all the wild animals,
8 the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea,
and everything that swims the ocean currents.
9 O Lord, our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth! (NLT)
And the awareness of John:
See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! (1 John 3:1, NIV)
Not working has given me a lot of opportunity to sit and think. I know I’m supposed to be writing, but I haven’t been able to. Instead I’ve been quiet and thinking; pondering and wondering. And feeling.
Not being “busy” affords me much time to feel. And cry. I watch an episode of “Bones” and I get teary. I read posts on people’s blogs and I weep. I dive into scripture and I am overwhelmed by the lavishness, the extravagance of God’s love for me…for us.
You may think you’re pretty important, but go back and look at the picture of the earth from Mars. You are a tiny speck on a speck in the universe. And yet God gives you authority over your little corner of the speck.
And of all the specks on the specks he decides to call you his child.
It’s not who you are…it’s whose.
Ponder that perspective for a while.