“Behold, you have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing in Your sight; Surely every man at his best is a mere breath.” -Psalms 39:5
A handbreadth. The stretch of four fingers. So are my days. My life a shadow, at best a mere single exhalation of breath. As nothing. This is the reality of my life. A vapor. A mist. A shadow. And you, O God, call me Yours. You Lord, chose to come down, to redeem, to give life to this breath, and not just mine but the mere breath of mankind.
I sit and think of the reality of how little I am in this world, how insignificant my life is in the span of human history, how small my mark. A breath. Let that sink in. And then I think of Jesus. I think of His glory, choosing to reveal himself to mankind. Choosing to create, to sustain, to give us purpose, to sacrifice Himself for this breath of man. What love! How great is His lovingkindness! How it stills my soul and causes me to stop and ponder and wonder at the beauty, the majesty, the power of His love.
How can I not but choose to honor Him, to glorify Him with this single breath of my life that He has given me? How can I not live but for Him and Him alone? What will I spend this mere breath on? On other worthless things, or on what will stand for eternity?
Lord, today, let my breath exalt your name alone. In how I speak, In what I do, let my life so live for you.