Who hath measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, and meted out heaven with the span, and comprehended the dust of the earth in a measure, and weighed the mountains in scales, and the hills in a balance?
There are certain times and places when I become very aware of how small I am. I know that I have mentioned it before….standing on the deck of a cruise ship and trying to imagine the depth below me. I am trying to be more intentional these days about sharing my thoughts outwardly with my kids and had a chance recently while on vacation.
We were in the mountains. As we were kayaking across the lake, I was looking up at the mountains when that moment struck me. God scooped and measured the waters in the palm of his hand. When I think of the BIG oceans that is just staggering, but sitting there in that little boat on that small-ish lake I was just in awe. He weighed the mountains in scales! Pondering that, I looked at my hand…imagining that He scooped up the dust, dirt and rock and then poured it onto the scale. When I flipped my hand over, it looked like the peak of the mountain in front of me- with ridges, sharp peaks and gentle slopes. The elevation of these North Carolina mountains pales in comparison to others in this world. Just how big are God’s hands?! Now, I really can’t imagine.
I love sharing these moments with our kids and I love the insight found in His creation.