Thursday, July 19, 2012
We climb like two monkeys up the steep sand dune. The view is incredible but the trek is exhausting not only our limbs but also our lungs.
And the vastness of the crystal blue lake reflecting the rich hues of the sky above, is held in by tree-lined bluffs almost protectively like a mother holding her precious baby.
As I gaze down the dune the people beneath us look so small like little ants climbing their hills and I feel tiny in comparison to this great creation and just as I am thinking this, feeling so insignificant amidst this grandness...
Micah picks up a handful of sand and slowly pours it on the ground and with a full grin looks at me and says,
"He knows how many grains of sand there are, Mom."
His eyes are large and filled with amusement at his own words.
"Isn't that cool?" He asks.
I smile back at him and pick up a handful of sand, amazed at the numbered grains gracing my palm. I look into those big brown eyes of his as we continue to climb and let his declaration resonate deep.
Sand sprinkles down out of my grasp and I pat him on the top of his head and am reminded of another truth,
"Even the hairs on your head are all numbered." I tell him as I tell myself...
Small we may be, but insignificant we are not when we choose to serve a very big God...
A very big God who is never too big to see us...
'(Hagar) gave this name to the LORD who spoke to her "You are the God who sees me"'(Genesis 16:13a)
Feeling a new sense of purpose we make our way to the top. He high-fives me and I grab him and rub his head.
"For I know the plans I have for you" declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future" Jeremiah 29:11
"Why, even the hairs on your head are all numbered, fear not you are of more value than many sparrows" Luke 12:7