I was out walking in a field one moist morning, captivated by the beauty.
I took some pictures, and then some close-ups.
What I didn’t realize until I looked at the pictures later was how the drops of water held reflections.
Who knew that something so small could hold something so big?
This one drop only shows a few trees from a single forest. Imagine trying to contain a reflection of the whole world in it. That would be as difficult as me trying to comprehend the all-powerful, all-loving God. He is too big for me to take in and I am much too small, like a mere drop of water that dries up in the noonday sun. My view is limited, and I’ll never be able to fully grasp who He is or understand Him completely.
I need to remember this when I read something in God’s word that doesn’t make sense to me, like how His wrath and His love exist together. There are mysteries I have to trust Him with because He’s the Creator, I’m the created. He is the Shepherd, I am the sheep.
You turn things upside down,
as if the potter were thought to be like the clay!
Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it,
“You did not make me”?
Can the pot say to the potter,
“You know nothing”?
What about you? What don’t you understand about God? What mystery do you need to trust Him for?
[edited from the archives]