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Psalm 8

I completely forgot to mention this yesterday but I'm now officially in my third trimester!!!

Today I was reading the Psalms so I thought I'd share.

Psalm 8

A psalm of David.

1 O LORD, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth!
You have set your glory
above the heavens.
2 From the lips of children and infants
you have ordained praise
because of your enemies,
to silence the foe and the avenger.


I often don't think of infants as praising God... children- yes- and their innocent faith and fervernt prayers can be so moving... but I just don't think about it with infants. So I checked out a couple of different versions of this verse and many of them made a much stronger connection between the first and second parts of the verse- and I can see that. As we go through life we might (ok- will) step on toes and push people away from us. But babies- it's hard to say anything bad about a baby. They're helpless. Sure they get passed back to the parents if they're fussy or stinky but people are drawn to the smiles, laughter and coos of infants. Babies can often draw families together that have ceased to be on speaking terms.

Not that I really view myself as having foes, but I pray that the praise from my baby will touch the hearts of others. In many ways I believe she already is- even from the womb- there are so many people reaching out to us and praying for her. She's going to be the most loved (and spoiled) baby I think I know!

3 When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,

4 what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?


I haven't spent much time in the garden lately but one of the things I love about it is seeing the beauty that God has created. Man often tries to recreate and capture that beauty but never even comes close to the original masterpiece of His creation! And yet- with all that God has done, with all that he has created I know he cares for me. He still takes the time to show me that He's there with me- through the good times and the bad. When I deserve it and when I don't. He still cares. He still loves. Despite the fact that I'm a tiny little speck in the universe. Amazing.

5 You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings
and crowned him with glory and honor.

6 You made him ruler over the works of your hands;
you put everything under his feet:

7 all flocks and herds,
and the beasts of the field,

8 the birds of the air,
and the fish of the sea,
all that swim the paths of the seas.


I don't know what man has done to deserve to be crowned with glory and honor- oh yeah- nothing. I think we must love each other first- but we must not forget to take care of the works of God's hands that he has placed in our trust. I'm not an extreme environmentalist- I often get lazy and forget to seperate out recycling... but I still feel we have an obligation to take care of the world we've been blessed with because it is a beautiful, wonderful gift and it's the only one we have while we're here on earth.

9 O LORD, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth!


All I can say to that is Amen!

Comments

Holly said…
Happy 3rd trimester!
Stacey said…
I'm so glad to see that you're hanging in there and that both of you are doing well. I enjoyed this post! Thanks for sharing how you've been meditating on God's Word. Thinking of you often!
Franchesca said…
Thanks for this post, Rebekah, it was uplifting. It is amazing how babies draw people together. I witnessed Jenna do it and she couldn't even make a sound. Babies are a true gift. xx

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