The eternal washing and pounding of the surf quiets my soul and my heart clasps thoughts of peace.
My eyes follow the foaming breakers while my mind soars with the gulls as I contemplate the majesty of creation.
The Master-Designer is the focus of my mediation and I stand in awe of Him, self fading into insignificance.
Out there beyond the reach of my hand, my eyes measure the horizon where sky meets and melts into the sea.
By my standard it is so vast, yet by God's measure it is miniscule: a mere comma in the galaxies.
Comparing myself to all this, I continue to fade into obscurity. I am not the center of the universe.
I reaffirm that God is all and in all. It is by the power of His hand that the worlds are held together.
Transcending time and space His love wings its way into my soul -- the personal God reaches into my life.
Love that reaches beyond the boundaries of Heaven and fills all of space, touching every man, comes to me.
It approaches me in the person of Jesus Christ who loves me above all the rivers and mountains, stars and seas.
Entering my life is the Savior against whom I have rebelled and whose love my actions so often deny.
What an unworthy piece of clay I am to receive the greatest gift that the God of Eternity has to offer!
Within this shell of humanity is no merit to gain for me even one glimpse into the face of the Creator.
Were I to own all the gold of Africa, all the Emeralds of the tropics, all the jade of the East -- I could not buy it.
Should my life span a thousand years and be filled with acts of charity, I could not earn it.
Had I access to the wisdom of all philosophers and sages in a million worlds such as ours, I'd not understand it.
What no riches could buy -- That which no merit could gain and no wisdom could comprehend came freely through LOVE.
(Undated but written in my young adulthood.)
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O Lord, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth!
You have set your glory above the heavens.
Out of the mouth of babies and infants,
you have established strength because of your foes,
to still the enemy and the avenger.
When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
and the son of man that you care for him?
From Psalm 8
the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
and the son of man that you care for him?
From Psalm 8