When I consider Your heavens,
the work of Your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which You set in place,
what are mere mortals that You are mindful of them,
human beings that You care for them?
Psalm 8: 3-4
Yet, it's all for us. That's the truth of it. All that glory, all the dazzling color we see in autumn and spring, the starkness of winter, the bounty of summer; all the majestic diversity of this planet, the unfathomable breadth of the universe wasn't complete without us. Without humans. Animals didn't do it for God. Nope, it was all meant for OUR presence in it.
"If a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound if no one's there to hear it?" asks one age-old question, and is ALWAYS answered by the sixth day of creation, no matter what side of the answer you happen to land. That is, 'Yes, sound waves go out whether they are heard or not;' or 'no, it takes ears to hear the sound of a tree falling;' both imply the idea of hearing. Or more precisely, the possibility of a created being that can think about such a question. Can think and contemplate and feel and, of course, hear.
And revere that tree that falls. Stand in awe of that forest, that mountain, the expanse of water in a wide river or magnificent falls, the wind across a sandy desert, prairie, ocean. But finally, in the greatest moment of awe, the one that buckles knees and bows one's head or throws arms high toward heaven itself, see that the same Omnipotent, Transcendent Creator created me. Yes, little old me. So small, I'm not even a speck in the microscope of the cosmos (in neither space nor time!), He created me with exactly the same intense purpose that He flung stars into space and divided day from night and sea from land. Yours, mine, and each life is His very intention. His supreme gift. And...He's mindful of it. Full of mind of it. Of my life. His infinite, beyond comprehension mind is FULL of my tiny speck of a life. He cares about my smallest concerns and my most ordinary moments.
And not only that, but this "I AM THAT I AM" is Abba. Daddy.
Consider that. Consider that we get Him for a Father, that we are His first, last and best concern in this great Creation of His. As small as we each are, as short our lives in comparison to trees, mountains, rocks, the universe, we are His best thing. He didn't come to die for this planet. He came to live and breath and die and save us! Humans. People. You and me.
It's too much, I think.
I cannot fathom the depth of such love.
But I thank Him.
With my puny pen and inadequate words and fingers trembling across the keys of a computer.
With my small life and ordinary moments. With mis-steps and false-starts and mistakes and SIN, and getting it right sometimes in spite of myself, and being forgiven again and again:
With all that is within me, I praise His Holy Name.