Sometimes I just love to gaze at the sky. The vastness of it. The wonders of the changing cloud formations (in those seasons where we have clouds). The beautiful sunsets that paint the sky in riotous colours. The changing phases of the moon. The sheer number of stars - I am so blessed to be able to travel not too far out of the city and see the Milky Way.
And I am reminded of Psalm 8:3-4
When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?It makes me feel very small.
And very loved.