Author Darlene J. Conard

In the hushed embrace of the night, as the stars bespangled the heavens above, I stood in awe, my gaze fixed on the celestial embroidery. Whispering softly, as if sharing secrets with the moon itself, I reveled in the unearthly beauty that unraveled before my eyes. The gentle caress of the wind swept through the surrounding trees, orchestrating a dance of shadows upon the deck. The harmonious symphony of crickets chirping, and leaves rustling formed a steady rhythm, as if nature itself joined in the chorus of His wonders.

How could I not be humbled by this astonishing display? It was a masterpiece incomparable to any creation by human hands. The intricacy and grandeur of the stars, each one twinkling with its own unique radiance, mirrored the divine artistry that only God could conceive. With but a simple word, He breathed life into existence, and in the womb of the morning, fashioned us in His image. Astonishing, indeed, was the magnitude of His craftsmanship.

And yet, amidst this breathtaking splendor, I find myself pondering my own insignificance. Who am I, that the Lord would even consider me? So often I am clouded by my own weaknesses, barely a flicker in the vastness of His creation. Yet, even in my frailty, His mercy reaches out, a fortifying stream that never runs dry. It is a question that recites within in me, echoing through the chambers of my soul, “Who am I that such a great God would descend from His heavenly glory, tenderly wiping away the heavy droplets of my tears?”

You, O Lord, who sculpted the majestic hosts of angels that sing before Your magnificent throne, know me intimately. In the depths of my ponderings, I often wonder what it is that You see in me. In a world that often entangles me with its cares and distractions, it is easy to lose sight of the wonders that surround us. At the end of each weary day, when our hearts are depleted and our weariness overtakes us, it becomes easier to shut down, to forget. And yet, in those moments of desolation, I am reminded of how deeply You care. For you, O Lord, are the Creator of all, the sustainer of life, and the weaver of miracles. In the midst of this vast cosmos, You have set your eyes upon me. It is in Your boundless love and unfathomable mercy that I find solace, that I find purpose. So, dear soul, let not the cares of life blind you to the majesty and grace that surrounds us.

Seek to dwell in the awe of His wonders, to drink from the wellspring of His unfailing love. For even in our darkest hour, His presence shines a luminous path to guide us in all our ways

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