He counts the stars and calls them all by name. Psalms 147:4
Do you understand what inference that brings? I have looked into the heavens of a crisp Wyoming sky. The stars were a sparkling blanket on an inky black bed. It was beautiful and awe-inspiring. To count those stars would have been an absurd task. If I could have possible gotten through the area I could see, I knew there was a whole lot of sky I could not view. The stars are infinite. And yet . . . He counts and numbers EVERY one.
We tiny people, here on earth, are just a blink-of-an-eye existence to God. We are miniscule fragments in a much larger picture. We are the frayed and frazzled threads with which He weaves his grandiose tapestries. And yet . . . He counts and numbers EVERY one! Each and every one of us is precious in His sight. We have a purpose and a plan before us. It is our will to fulfill that purpose and plan. It is His joy to see us do so. He has annointed each individual with talents, blessings, offerings, gifts, and graciousness to share. He has brought some through troubles so that they may minister to others; to share and ease their sufferings. He has divulged His passions to others to ignite a fire to follow a greater path. He greets every step in the correct direction with an uproar of jubilation.
He counts and numbers EVERY one!
Today . . . turn that minutia, that we are, into magnificence!
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