The words of David left my lips as I tasted the summer air. They came from a heart begging for forgiveness.
I had betrayed my Father.
In the quiet a felt alone sitting as His feet. I felt small. “Father… who am I that you are mindful of me?”
The response, which took my breath away, pushed me deeper into the feeling of insignificance as it drove me back to the arms of my savior. Such is the softness of my father moving my pride and exposing me to humility.
“Travis, who am I that I am mindful of you?”
David said it! Your glory is greater than all the heavens! The stars, the galaxies, and the universe move because you saw fit to make them move and because you saw fit to define the laws with which they are contained upon this realm and maintained within this cosmos. You made all things to work the way they do. I observe, I understand, and I recreate because you made the universe observable, understandable, and sustainable.
Father I cannot understand you. I cannot fathom the distance and the incomprehensible differences from your nature to mine. I am but a pale reflection of a shadow. Yet you saw fit to take the flesh of man so that I may know you.
It is not because of me that you are mindful of me. You are mindful of me because of who you are. You bring praise from my lips because you have ordained it. When I considers all that you have created and the work of your hands, when I consider the cost of the Son of Man, whom you crowned with glory and honor, and in whom you made ruler over all your domain, and when I consider the glory you received for overcoming sin, I cannot help but marvel.
It is who you are, that you are mindful of me.