Life is little glimpses of glory. A waft of fresh mountain air, a blazing sunset shoreline, a black sky full of radiant stars.
I'm all wonder—how can little me serve a God this big? A God who whispers the winds into existence. Traces the hills into being. Even collects the dust, and forms mankind.
He knows me. He loves me. He cares for me. And for multitudes of others, as well. So many little people, one great God.
Realization—I can serve Him, because He lets me. Not because of my great merit, but because of His great love.
And by that, I am amazed.