Reflections on Psalm 8

O Yahweh, my King,
Your name shouts out who You are throughout the earth!
Worthy One, Amazing One, excellent in every way.
Your shining light floods the universe
from my living room to Your throne room.

Babies like Xavier, nursing and helpless and utterly dependent,
are the ones who know how to praise You best.
They just are... and they just receive...
no agenda, no doubts or fears.
They don't question why they are loved,
they just accept it.
And because You have made true wisdom to be foolishness to man,
You have made these little ones to be
the very epitome of strenth in Your kingdom.
This shuts up the enemy - the one who preens
and makes a big show of appearing "strong" and unbeatable.

Let me be small. Let me be humble.
Let me be utterly dependent on You,
helpless and hungry for Your every look and Your faithful nourishment.

Who am I that You would even think of me?
That You would give me a family and ministry and hope for the future?
Your love is amazing!

O Beloved, my King,
Your name shouts of who You are throughout the earth!