Window or aisle?

When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which You have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him? (Ps 8:3-4 NIV)

Do you prefer a window or aisle seat when you fly?

Me?
I love to plaster my face against the window and watch the cars grow smaller until they look like tiny ants from several thousand feet in the air.
Until all I can see is blue sky.
Endless universe.

In the big scheme of things, we’re small, insignificant. Little blips.
Yet God cares for us and loves us beyond what we can possibly imagine. 
Amazing, isn’t it?

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