Some days it seems harder than others to think of what we’re thankful for, especially if we’re not feeling well.
I had one of those days yesterday; then the Lord sent Mama Duck over to read my blog, so I went over and read her newest post, “The Beginning of Advent”.
She reminded me of something I haven’t focused on for a while.
I know God sees me, but I don’t always think about how small I must be in comparison to Him.
- the enormity of the night sky,
- the vastness of Kansas terrain, where the cattle look like miniatures just because they’re so far away,
- the depth of the Royal Gorge, where large yellow rafts of people in the river below are barely visible from the bridge above,
- and standing near the edge of the Grand Canyon,
I become aware, each time, of this perplexing enigma:
Why does God choose to see us?
When there’s so much enormity around us from His perspective above, why does He choose to zoom in on us and bless us and keep His promises to us?
It must be because of the enormity of His Love.
But perhaps the enormity of these things represent more than just our smallness. Perhaps they were meant to remind us of the enormity of God, of the immensity of His love, of the eternal nature of His being.
But however God intended for us to view this, I’m thankful that He chooses to see me, that He stoops down, lifts my head, and makes me great.
“You empower me for victory with your wrap-around presence. Your power within makes me strong to subdue, and by stooping down in gentleness you strengthened me and made me great!” Psalm 18:35 TPT
“Then she called the name of the Lord who spoke to her, You-Are-the-God-Who-Sees; for she said, ‘Have I also here seen Him who sees me?’” Genesis 16:13 NKJV