As I dwelt upon the idea of God and his mysterious way of creating the universe, I was blown away. I have had this awestruck feeling before, but it does not come naturally nor easily. It usually takes me a few minutes to still myself on a good day and to consciously think about all the planets, stars, and galaxies out there, while recognizing my own smallness in comparison (or rather…nothingness in physical size). Wonderment melts away a hole within me that usually ushers in a natural state of humility and awe to grow quite rapidly.
With all of their “millions of light years” in between the next particles of matter, all contained within this massive, spacious universe, I was drawn into a deeper feeling of wonderment (especially since I also was conscious of my present state of kneeling on my wooden floor and crouched over my bed = smallness).
Two thoughts arose:
1. How unworthy I am that he would even consider me a thought (let alone a value…but perhaps a thought to him automatically = value?).
2. The grace that I must walk in (and never really “tap” into) every moment (which then adds another layer of grace that I don’t tap into…)
I had this strange, warm feeling that perhaps it’s this exact posture of recognition and awe that I should live in throughout my day. A type of quiet harmony that exudes and permeates my thoughts and actions.
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