“O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens. Out of the mouth of babies and infants, you have established strength because of your foes, to still the enemy and the avenger.” (Psalm 8:1–2, ESV)
O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!
Heavenly Father, I need to begin by asking your forgiveness. I should exclaim your majesty over everything in the earth, but I don’t. I continually give majesty to things that do not deserve that majesty. Often I give more majesty to creation than you. I find myself more in awe of the trees, the wind, and sunrises/sunsets than in awe of you. Please forgive me, Father.
Father, help open my eyes and heart to give you the majesty you deserve. When I find myself in awe of a beautiful sunset, cause my eyes and heart to rise above the sunset to You. When I find myself in awe of beautiful forests, cause me to see through those forests to You—the creator of those forests.
You are so much greater than anything on this earth, Father. You called each of these things into existence with a word. You flicked these glorious things into reality with your little finger. You deserve all of our glory and praise. Your majesty is so much higher than anything in all the earth. Help me see that more fully. Help me rest in that reality. Help me worship you in awe.
You have set your glory above the heavens
Father, after I’ve been put in my place by the beauty and wonder of the earth, you raise my eyes up further. You cause me to look beyond this earth to the skies—to the stars. The glory of this planet is beyond my comprehension, yet this planet is a speck of your creation. This glorious earth is only a speck of dust floating around in a more glorious space. My mind cannot fathom the glory of the heavens. It blows my mind to realize that the specks of light in the sky are billions upon billions upon billions of miles away.
Father, help this reality put me in my place. If this earth is a simple speck of dust, who am I? I’m nothing but a speck of dust on a speck of dust. Yet, I continually try to make myself great. I’m continually trying to puff myself up, thinking I’m a “big deal.” I’m continually trying to place myself in a position of glory. Yet, I’m nothing. I have no glory apart from you. Help me see the glory you’ve set above the heavens. Help me worship your glory.
Out of the mouth of babies and infants, you have established strength because of your foes, to still the enemy and the avenger.
Father, in the midst of the majesty and glory of your creation—the heavens and the earth—it’s incredible that you still have enemies. There are people who live in this majestic and glorious creation and hate You. They see the sun rise on them every day; they see the rains come for their crops; they see the seasons come and go; they see the stars in the sky at night; yet reject the one who watches over these things. It’s almost unbelievable. Yet, it’s true. They see all of this and hate you.
Father, this makes me want to stand up and shout. It makes me want to persuade everyone of Your glory and majesty. Yet, I find myself afraid. I don’t know what to say. I don’t think I have the right words. Yet, you defend yourself against your enemies with the mouths of babies. The fact that babies know where to get their food and how to get their food is a refutation of your enemies. The giggles and the coos are not only trusting praises of your name but also powerful refutation to your enemies.
Father, if a baby can faithfully defend your honor, I trust that you can use me. First, help me see and worship your majesty and glory. Then, like a baby, open my mouth to tell the world.