You’ve been shrinking yourself again.
“When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have ordained, what is man, that you think of him? What is the son of man, that you care for him?” — Psalm 8:3-4 (WEB)
David didn’t write this verse in a moment of confidence. He wrote it while staring at the sky — which is the fastest way to feel insignificant. The universe is so vast it makes your problems feel tiny and your existence feel accidental.
These live among our psalms for not enough hearts — one psalm, one honest echo, every morning.
Quietly with you,
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