Isaiah paints a beautiful picture of God’s hand:
Isaiah 40:12 (NIV)
Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand,
or with the breadth of his hand marked off the heavens?
My grandmother measured flour by the handful, not the cupful. I use the span between my thumb and pinkie instead of a ruler to quickly estimate a short distance.
God’s hand is beyond the measure of my imagination.
Good morning, Lord. Your power is beyond my ability to imagine. You spoke the world into being. You measure the universe with Your hand. You see beyond the horizon of time and space. And yet, there are times when I question what You’re doing and doubt Your plan. Forgive my foolishness. Help my unbelief.
You are so great, Lord, and I am so small. And yet, You care for me, watch over me and paid Your life for me. How can it be? Amazing love!
