I couldn’t stop staring. I was captivated by the perfection of my infant daughter’s features and fingers, even her dainty little toes. I lifted my praise to Creator God, “I worship you, God for allowing me to be a mother to this precious life.”
I remember another time I couldn’t stop staring. It happened years before, as a Bible school student. I’d been given an assignment in our theology class to worship God, outdoors, after dark, to contemplate the power of God as it is revealed in the magnitude of the heavens. The professor’s instruction for our stargazing assignment was to lay flat on our backs, look up into the sky and meditate on Psalm 139 while meditating on God’s greatness.