What is man, oh God, that you are mindful of him and care for him?
As God made us, we do not have superpowers. I can not fly. I can not lift buildings. I can not light things on fire with my eyeballs. God made me soft, vulnerable, curious, and ordinary. And yet, as an ordinary being, God crowned me with glory and honor.
Glory and honor, not because of anything I can do or be, but because of who He is. My existence does not carry any honor in itself--but has been given honor and glory solely because of who made me.
And perhaps there is room for a righteous sort of pride in that? Not a pride that puts me above anything, but a pride that comes from knowing 110% that I was personally hand-crafted and nurtured by the Supreme Being--God.
I am ordinary. I am below ordinary, actually, I'm quite broken. I am a sinner. And yet, even as a sinner, God has made me ruler over the works of his hands and put everything under my feet.
What does that mean? Ruler? Things under my (the sinner's) feet?
Even as a sinner. Even as a broken shell of what I was intended to be, God has put faith in me. Like the father who let's his clumsy child handle his prized possessions--God has put faith in me that I could never screw up enough for Him to stop loving me.
God has entrusted me with everything under this earth--friends, family, clothing, money, a home, my intellect, my talents, my passions, etc, etc. God has entrusted me with those things. And even though I--the clumsy child--may break or scratch, may soil or ruin those things...God still loves. He loves me so much that, while it hurts Him to see me being reckless, He still loves.
I believe that God truly values you and I more than His stuff. More than His sunsets that we routinely take for granted. More than His earth we pollute. More than His dreams that we repeatedly run away from.
I am a screw up. But God still loves me. Deeply. Passionately.
How, oh how, could a God so big love me who is so small?
Grace.
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