As I read David’s intimate text, I wonder, can I really believe that God’s thoughts of me can be described as vast? How many cross my path that are never given a second thought? Can “vast” describe my thoughts for anyone but the most intimate – the most loved? I gaze upon an ocean sunrise over a clear horizon, swallowed by the vastness of it all. On a clear day, the eye can reach out to see an anomaly at a distance of 16 miles. So I gaze upon 16 miles of nothing but blue ocean, and wonder that all I see is but a drop in the bucket when the full measure of the ocean is weighed. I can’t imagine that God’s thoughts of me are as vast as all I see, and yet David writes of divine interest in me that flows beyond all my horizons. What could the God of heaven find remotely interesting in me? Why track my movements, or know my thoughts, or see me as one in the company of billions? Every answer I conceive seems ridiculous except for one: love. When my girls were born, I looked – and I loved – and so it will always be. God’s thoughts of us are vast because we are His children, and so the Apostle John wrote, “See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God.”
Reposted with permission from onehope.net.