Dear God over every strange sea creature in the Mariana Trench (Genesis 1:20), over every rainbowed ray of light in the Aurora Borealis, over every ephemeral moment of every life (James 4:14), I want to use this moment of this life to bless Your Name (Psalm 103:1). Because at Your blessing, scarcity multiplied into abundance (Matt 14:19-21). At Your Word nothingness leapt into vitality (John 1:1-3, Gen 1:3,9,11,14-15 etc.). You know not only the number of the stars, but their names (Ps 147:4). You know the topography of every far-flung planet like you know the back of my hand, every groove of my fingerprints and every hair on my head (Lk 12:7). And suddenly, sized up against your omnipresence, I start to feel very, very small. I guess I’ve been that way all along, just with a bloated sense of self and a nearsighted scope of sight. You are incomprehensible in your understanding (Is 55:9), yet took on a clueless baby brain to learn obedience (Phil 2:5-7, Heb 5:8). Your love is to us and goes for us above and beyond what we could ask, think or imagine (Ps 36:5, Eph 3:20). It’s better than life itself (Ps 63:3). You are the Creator of the cosmos, yet created yourself confined to save sinners. You detest sin (Heb 1:9), yet befriended serial sinners (Matt 11:19). You taught us to set down our stones and took the stoning for us (John 8:7). You are sinless, yet sin-bearing (2 Cor 5:21). Slow to get angry (Ex 34:6, etc), not slow to bear the anger of the Judge against my treasons (Rom 5:9). My betrayals. My lawlessness (1 John 3:4). You have healed my infirmities, delivered me out of the hands of evil men, forgiven my darkest secrets, broken my addictions, fortressed me out of reach of demonic attackers, and taught me every good thing I know. You have given me bravery instead of fear, truth instead of deception, friendship instead of isolation, nurture instead of abuse, salvation instead of condemnation. And the list goes on, because You are ever-beneficent towards people who can be of no benefit to You. Even every pain You did not spare me from made me more like Jesus (Rom 8:28-29). So I, in my powerlessness to repay You (Rom 11:35), will just extol You (Ps 30:1), hoping that others would hear and put their trust in the One who is worthy of it (Ps 62:8). Help me to adorn Your already-exquisite Gospel with good works (Titus 2:10), and to compellingly speak of You to people whose hearts have never been graced with the knowledge of Your glorious goodness in Christ (2 Cor 4:6). And Lord, You said, “But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love” (1 Cor 13:13) so grant me this trifecta of virtue, especially the crowning jewel of love for You and Yours. Amen.