Perspective

God is gigantic. His being, power and glory are vast and omnipotent.

 

He is the God of the Universe, the Cosmic Lord of all things visible and invisible, of light and darkness. He is amazing and awe-inspiring. He created worlds and creatures and things and beauty and loveliness. He ordered the stars in the heavens. He painted the majestic sunrise I saw this morning.

 

He is the Emperor, the King, the Supreme One.

 

I am tiny and insignificant. I am weak and frail. I am dependent and ignorant. I am clouded with sinfulness and inclined to walk in darkness.

 

The Mighty God rescued me. Not that He needed me, but He wanted me. He was complete and sufficient in Himself before the world and time began. He needed nothing, and receives nothing from me that He did not first give. His grace is astounding in that I am taken, weak and frail as I am, and declared a child. Adopted into the family of God Himself, and He delights in my toddling steps.  

 

God is so lofty that if I tried to reach Him myself it would never happen. The beauty of grace is that He can reach from the east to the west, and He came down. He gathered me to Himself.

 

Oh, to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be...