When I Consider Thy Heavens

My eyes blur as they scan the sea’s surface below. Those waves down there, you see, form together so elegantly. No wave is out of place. They are where they belong. Not only so, they know they are where they belong. They don’t know why. They just know they do. It seems that is all that matters. Could it be true to say those waves had a sense of belonging? The sea, somewhere out there, connects to the oceans. Each incredibly tiny, seemingly insignificant stir in the water, belongs to the beautiful masterpiece that is the sea. I could only imagine the stirs and waves that drifted upon the surface did not know the incredible image they were taking part. Each wave tossed as if only a vapor in the wind. Yet, they are much more than just a vapor in the wind.
I find myself upon this hill, over looking this sea, contemplating my very life. I find myself in despair. Yet, looking back upon the soundtrack of my life, Your voice always sang away every fear, trouble, worry, pain, doubt. I ask myself, time and time again, Why? Why am I here? Who put me here? Then I realize time and time again, I put myself here. I am the culprit. I trapped myself in my bitterness, holding onto those things that hold yet tighter onto me. I can’t seem to escape this trap I have set up for myself.
Those waves form together like notes, small insignificant notes, that form a beautiful song of Glory. I don’t understand. I could never understand. I reread these words over and over and over, trying hard to understand what I know I will never:
When I consider Thy heavens,
the work of Thy fingers,
The moon and the stars, which
Thou hast ordained;
What is man, that Thou dost take
thought of him?
And the son of man, that Thou
dost take care of him?
Yet Thou hast made him a little
lower than God,
And dost crown him with Glory
and Majesty

Psalm 8:3-5

Who am I, that You would even look upon me? You’ve created this beautiful world, this awe-inspiring universe, and yet, You love me?
I fail. I fail. I fail. I am selfish. I am a sinner. I am a murderer. I am a thief. I am a liar. I am an adulterer, and yet, You love me?
I hold onto the things I know I should give to You, and even in the midst of turning my back on You, You love me?
Who am I, that You love me? Why? Why do You love me? What do you see? All I see are these dirty rags that cover me. This putrid smell I give off. It’s not so much I failed, it’s that I have failed time and time again. I continue to fail. I fail You. I turn my back. I turn the other way. And yet, You love me ? How can this be Oh the Grace

I am nothing but a vapor in the wind. I am the David of Lust, the Cain of Murder, the Judas of Friendships, I am the criminal that should be crucified along side You…No…
I am the criminal that should be crucified instead of You. How do You see past the blood on my hands? I am the murderer! I am the thief! I am the liar! I am the back-stabber! My God, I am the culprit And You, You are the innocent blood. You are the spotless Lamb.
How can it be? I do not know how it can be. I do not know why You would even look upon me. Let alone, die for me. Yet, You formed me. You made me in Your image. My life, including my ever so continuing failures, as insignificant as it may seem, is apart of this beautiful image of Yours. I am just a vapor in the wind. A wave tossed careless why that very same wind. Yet, I am apart of Your sea. You chose for me to be apart of Your sea. You set me apart. I am Yours. What greater joy could I have than this? What could I possibly need more now that I know this? Nothing. There is nothing. I don’t need anything. You are the very air in my lungs. You love this broken mess that is me.
My eyes blur as they scan across the sea’s surface, I cannot see the greater picture.

When I Consider Thy Heavens

wytycoff

Kalispell, United States

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Ever since I became a Christian, I have always wanted to visit Israel and sit upon the Mount in which Jesus gave the Sermon on the Mount, or the Mount of Beattitudes in the book of Matthew and Luke. When in prayer or reading my bible I often imagine myself sitting on that hill top. That imagery inspired this.

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