Caring Creator

“When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and stars that you set in place—what are mere mortals,
that you concern yourself with them; humans, that you watch over them with such care?”
Psalm 8:3,4 CJSB

I wonder— did these words first surface when shepherd-boy David lay staring up into night skies as sheep slept peacefully nearby?

Who of us, when gazing at a blanket of stars stretching across a dark canvas, have not felt some sort of stirring within?

When standing on sugary white sands, or on a 14,000-ft mountaintop, or amidst a forest of towering sequoias, or just outside my back door, creation causes me to consider my Creator.

The psalmist’s reminder of God’s deep concern for me—a mere frail and sinful mortal—brings both humility and a quiet confidence. Even on my best day, I cannot do life without Him. And when things are at their worst, His care carries me.