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We often forget the amazing wonders that are God. The creator of the universe, the author and perfecter of our faith; our God has lit up the skies and created marvels we will never be able to explain. The most amazing wonder, however, is God’s love for each of us.  It is not a general, faceless adoration that is impersonal–heaven forbid! God’s love is individual and real. It touches us every day in ways that only a loving father can.  David lived in awe of the specific ways God met his needs and the needs of his nation. He looked up in awe as he watched Israel mature into a nation–knowing, all the while, that without God–Israel was doomed.

We too have the luxury of seeing God at his finest.  The more technological men become, the more we realize how amazing God is.  We now see his building blocks of DNA. We can look through the vastness of space and see what a wonder that his creation is. We see his hand in the rise and fall of nations, the preservation of people and the kindness his people show around the world. There is a clear difference in the people of God, and the rest of the world. There is a peace and a plan that can only be explained by his wonder.  That is why we  need to stop, and simply praise and adore the wonder that is our amazing God!

God Bless You

Praise awaits[b] you, our God, in Zion;
    to you our vows will be fulfilled.
You who answer prayer,
    to you all people will come.
When we were overwhelmed by sins,
    you forgave[c] our transgressions.
Blessed are those you choose
    and bring near to live in your courts!
We are filled with the good things of your house,
    of your holy temple.

You answer us with awesome and righteous deeds,
    God our Savior,
the hope of all the ends of the earth
    and of the farthest seas,
who formed the mountains by your power,
    having armed yourself with strength,
who stilled the roaring of the seas,
    the roaring of their waves,
    and the turmoil of the nations.
The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders;
    where morning dawns, where evening fades,
    you call forth songs of joy.