Staring into the sky can be calming. Watching the fluffy-looking distant clouds pass by and cast shapes on the blue of the atmosphere can cause the imagination to see impressions of other things, some just as ethereal and some more tangible. That heavenward reflection can bring about a different realization as well. Those pillowy mounds are actually towers of floating ice, miles high, careening across great distances at incredible speeds. The blue sky is a skin of water glittering under the sun and scattering its rays, without which we would fry and then freeze.

Sing to the Lord with grateful praise;
make music to our God on the harp.
He covers the sky with clouds;
he supplies the earth with rain

and makes grass grow on the hills.
He provides food for the cattle
and for the young ravens when they call.
His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse,
nor his delight in the legs of the warrior;
the Lord delights in those who fear him,
who put their hope in his unfailing love.

Psalm 147:7-11

Yes, we are small. The world is too big to contain and to wild to tame. We are blessed, then, to know that that same world is in the hand of the Creator and that he cherishes those who have a relationship with him.

The world may be vast and powerful but God is far greater.

Ethan Kirl