There we were, sitting in a boat in the middle of a lake, “this lake is about 60km long and over 900 feet deep (gotta love the normalcy of Canadian mixing and matching of metric and imperial systems in one sentence).”
That’s a big lake.
And. I. felt. so. small.
and it felt so good.
It was like a correction, a righting of a wrong. For, in the vastness of our physical world, I am indeed small … insignificant.
When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers—
the moon and the stars you set in place—
what are mere mortals that you should think about them,
human beings that you should care for them?
Psalm 8:3-4
I do not just not size up in my physical world, but also in the spiritual world as well. My God is so big (and all of us who grew up going to Sunday School are singing the words, “so strong and so mighty, there’s nothing my God can not do”). I am so small.
It is good to be reminded of the space I occupy versus the space available. The relative insignificance of me … the great significance of the creator of this world, of me.
Then to remember that he, who is great, sacrificed his best for me. So that I would be his, eternally his. Not because of something I … who am so small … accomplished, but because of what Christ accomplished on my behalf.
O Lord my God,
When I in awesome wonder
Consider all
The works Thy Hand hath made …
Then sings my soul,
My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art!
itsawonderfilledlife 