When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers—the moon and the stars you set in place—what are mere mortals that you should think about them,
human beings that you should care for them? Yet you made them only a little lower than God, and crowned them with glory and honor.
—Psalm 8:3-5 NLT
Just above the top of the trees, I see the full moon, round and clear, seemingly balanced on the edge of the horizon, revealing its place in the night sky. Beyond its area of illumination, stars twinkle, some glowing more brightly than others. The passionate beauty of this divine painting draws my heart. This is the work of your hands, Lord! I cannot fathom how you created it—much less how you created me. But you did. This heavenly canvas is your masterpiece, and that is what you also created me to be—your masterpiece.
You created me in your image and crowned me with glory! Why would the creator of the universe care so much about me, a mere mortal? But you did. Not only did you create me. You also gave the life of your Son so I might live with you forever. The creator of the universe—my creator—loves me enough not to demand my love! You give me free will to either deny or accept you. How can I not accept you—the God who created me—who loves me enough to lay down everything for me?
Not only have you created and designed me, but you have created and designed my path in life. Youknow me intimately—my heart—my character—my capability—my greatest potential. When you lead me to do something, it is done with full knowledge of who I am. I will not allow hardship and circumstance to pull me from your course. These only have the ability to refine me for greater purpose. When I follow you and offer my best, the result is glorious and rewarding beyond anything I can imagine.
Just as the moon and stars I see in the night sky, I also am your creation. My life is your canvas. You began this faith and this work in me. If I continually surrender what I think needs to be real in my life to what you know is best for me, you shall perfect your love in me. I will know in my deepest being who you say I am. I am your righteousness—blameless only because of your unconditional love. You birthed a masterpiece in me at Calvary, and you will complete it. The night sky is not the only work of your hands. So am I. I will allow you to complete me.
© 2018 Lynn Lacher