You know what?
You're a speck.
You,
you are small.
It's good to look up at the swallowing sky sometimes,
and remember how inconsequential one is.
And how in awe and humbled one should be,
in the sight of vast creation,
and the great, glorious Creator of the universe.
You are the Clay. You are a Vessel.
He is the Potter.
He's the one with all the power, creativity, and splendor in the palm of his hand.
Not you.
Not me.
1 comment:
I was just thinking about this the other night, when I was looking up at the stars...
Gol. I wish I could take you up to the cabin again.
And we could camp out between the cabins.
Or by the fire.
and look at the stars.
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