Limits

As I was walking along the beach last week He showed me a picture of how small I am and how big He is.

As far as my eyes can see I cannot see the end of the ocean. As far my eyes can see, I cannot see the end of the sky. Even when i look down or to the side... there is endless sand beyond my view. We are mere humans and so limited, so small. He is God and created all that i can see and more with a simple word.

I live in a land where mankind's main desire is to promote himself, see himself as the center of the world, make for himself a Kingdom. Yet all of creation shouts to mankind, "you are limited, there is One greater that you... that sees all, knows all, created all!"

Yet then i looked at the endless grains of sand and I was reminded of these verses...

O Lord, you have examined my heart
and know everything about me.
You know when I sit down or stand up.
You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.
You see me when I travel
and when I rest at home.
You know everything I do.
You know what I am going to say
even before I say it, Lord.
You go before me and follow me.
You place your hand of blessing on my head.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too great for me to understand!

I can never escape from your Spirit!
I can never get away from your presence!
If I go up to heaven, you are there;
if I go down to the grave, you are there.
If I ride the wings of the morning,
if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
even there your hand will guide me,
and your strength will support me.
I could ask the darkness to hide me
and the light around me to become night—
but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
Darkness and light are the same to you.

You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.

How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.They cannot be numbered!I can’t even count them;they outnumber the grains of sand!

That is what my youngest boy's name means; Jeriah: God sees or God takes notice. The limitless God in all of His HUGENESS takes notice of me. hmmmm...