Walking thru the Psalms with Daddy: Image Bearers, Psalm 8

 Image Bearers...

“Look at the splendor of your skies,
    your creative genius glowing in the heavens.
    When I gaze at your moon and your stars,
    mounted like jewels in their settings,
    I know you are the fascinating artist who fashioned it all!
    But I have to ask this question:
⁴ Why would you bother with puny, mortal man
    or care about human beings?
⁵ Yet what honor you have given to men,
    created only a little lower than Elohim,
    crowned with glory and magnificence.
⁶ You have delegated to them
    rulership over all you have made,
    with everything under their authority,
    placing earth itself under the feet of your image-bearers.” Psalm 8:3-6 TPT

But I have to ask this question.  When I look up and see such wonder and workmanship above, I have to ask:  Compared to all this cosmic glory, why do you bother with “puny, mortal man”?

I gaze at the stars, or watch the ocean breathe in and out, seemingly endless, stretching out beyond my sight and I think, “why me?”  Daddy, why am I in your thoughts and plans?  Crowned with honor like a queen or king.  

Why do you delegate authority to a bunch of fishermen, “placing earth itself under the feet of your image bearers?

Daddy, who is your image bearer?

It’s everyone I’ve created; even the deceived ones were made to carry my presence.  Biden.  Harris.  Soros. Each was made in my image, made for my glory, even though they may not be representing me well.

Jesus, you represent Daddy so well!  You are the exact representation of the Father.  Help me to take off what hides your image in me.  Take off fear, unbelief, hatred, deceit, unforgiveness, bitterness.  So others see Jesus.  If they can just taste who you are they will feel the tug of their hearts toward Charis, home, toward everything worth living for.

Daddy, help me to look like Jesus, talk like Jesus, smell, taste, see, feel like Jesus.  So that others will feel like they’ve been with you – hearts burning/yearning for you like the disciples felt when Jesus met them on the road to Emmaus after the resurrection (Luke 24:32) – when they spend time with me.