A sense of insignificance and smallness envelops me whenever standing at the foot of a towering, snow-capped mountain, or watching a sunset’s glowing hues spread across the heavens . . . the incomprehensible work of the Creator.
Then I recall the “…fearfully and wonderfully made…” creation He literally loved to death on a cross some 2,000 years ago . . . the omnipotent Mountain Maker / Sunset Painter chose to make me! . . . and feelings of insignificance and smallness fade in grateful humility as I gaze in awesome wonder. Thanks Abba.