Isaiah 38:12,
"Like a weaver I have rolled up my life, and he has cut me off from the loom; day and night you made and end of me."
Isaiah 40:12-28,
"12Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand… 15Surely the nations are like a drop in a bucket… he weighs the islands as though they were fine dust… 26Lift your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these?"
Another testimony as to how poetic, majestic, and unfathomable God is. Sometimes I forget this and focus on how my poor arms flail and complain to myself how weak I am. I fail to recall that His grace is sufficient for me, and through my body, however broken it is, His power flows through.
Even though humanity is one insignificant speck in the universe, the infinite creator and God has taken special notice of us, knows how sad and broken we are, and made the ultimate move of love by going down from His mighty seat in heaven to be born on our earth as a lonely human to live as we should've lived, died the death we deserve, and rose from the clutches of death so that our ignorant senses would be broken through and see that He is the living God. All because He made us with His very breath and so He loves us.
In my ten years of faith I still don't understand this.
