Psalm 8

I can just imagine the psalmist having some time all to himself as his mind begins to dwell on God. With his pen in hand and his heart full of praise, Psalm 8 is born:

1: O LORD, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! who hast set thy glory above the heavens.
3: When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
4: What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
5: For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.
9: O LORD our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!

When we think of how big He is and how small we are, this should be our praise. There should never be anything in our lives that causes us to put ourselves above the majesty of God. He loves us in spite of our sinful nature. He visits with us unlike anything else in all of creation. We are so blessed with the possibility of having the indwelling of His spirit—something the angels can never experience. We must always remember that: He must increase, I must decrease.

Tim Jacobs