Psalm 8

Psalm 8 in its entirety.

Think about a rose bush.  Maybe your grandmother or your aunt had one.  Don't worry about whether or not it's big.  A little rose bush is fine.  How many blooms are on it?  Fifty?  Thirty?  Twelve?  Think about it.  Think about each flower on the bush, no matter how few.  Think about the intricacies of each one.  Think about the uniqueness of each.  No two from that bush are exactly the same.  No two have the same exact coloring.  No two have the same exact petal shapes.  No two have the same number of thorns.

Now think about a big bin of apples at the grocery store.  Your favorite kind.  Now, you're only going to buy four apples.  How would you pick those four apples?  You would pick a certain size and a certain color.  You would make sure that your apples have no spots, and they're closest to what you like most in an apple.  Yet, all four will be different.  In fact every apple of that type in every bin in every grocery store in every country will be different.  No two alike.

Now think about if it were your job to design every apple different.  If it was your job to create every rose different.  That's a tall order.  But someone out there does that: God.  He created EVERYTHING.  What's more, he created you.

In Psalm 8, David is marveling at God's creative powers, his importance in the universe.  And yet, even though he is so great and so mighty, he chooses to think of him--a single man.  And he cares for you, too.