Have you stared at the expanse of a starlit sky, or miles and miles of waves crashing on the beach and felt insignificant?
When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and stars that you set in place — what are mere mortals, that you concern yourself with them; humans, that you watch over them with such care? Psalm 8:4-5 CJB
Billions of people, birds in the air, fish in the sea, You care for each of these. Still, You know my name. You count every hair on my head (though lately, that has become an easier task). How You know me and love me anyway is as incomprehensible as seabirds diving for some unseen snack while I struggle to focus just past my nose.
Walking along with my bride in tow, warm sand under my feet, cool water rolling over sunburned skin, waves reaching beyond the horizon, there must be greater truths than just breathing in and breathing out, or maybe not.
A woman passed by and asked how long we had been together, “35 years.” She said it was sweet to see us holding hands. Ever the romantic, I replied it was functional as well. “We steady each other.” This weary soul has never spoken truer words.
In our early days, we were going steady. Now she is my steady, my strength, my better half (though she and my daughter are “both” of my better halves as I am not much without them.) God made her to be strength as He is my strength, an anchor as He is my anchor when undertows drag me to deeper waters.
The Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.” Gen 2:18 NIV
And that He did.
My better half, my steady.