3rd July 2021

Sometimes a Bible verse seems too good to be true. Like that verse from David’s Psalm: “How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you” (139:17,18). Are these my thoughts of God, or God’s thoughts of me? It can’t be mine, though I do think about God, for unfortunately my thoughts are not vast in sum. It must be God’s thoughts about me. ‘Your thoughts,’ it says.

But that’s where it seems too good to be true. Does God think about me? And not just ‘sparing a thought’, but often? Marking my comings and goings and thinking of me through the course of the day and the night? And not just as a security camera at a traffic intersection, merely watching and recording, but as a Father, with love and concern? And seeing not just where I go but why I go, and hearing not just what I say but why I say it?

Admittedly that’s a lot of thoughts. How many exactly? There are not too many things with huge numerics to make the comparison, apart from the stars in the sky and grains of sand on the beach. But does God really think about me that much? And if He does, why? I’m not that significant nor interesting. And yet He does. And that indeed is precious.

DM 3^rd July 2021