The moon shone through the second-story window as I walked into the family room this evening after cleaning up the dinner dishes. (I showed Isaac how to make homemade mac and cheese, for the record. At his request.)
I don't think about the moon all that often, but when I do, I'm struck by the sheer magnitude of the universe. I'm endlessly impressed and awed by God's far-reaching, unbounded creativity.
And at the same time, I'm humbled to realize that in addition to the sky and the moon, he also saw fit to create little bitty me. I matter to Him. And so do you.
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