Frames of Dust

Have you ever stopped to ponder the Master Creator and all that He is? What about his creation? Have you ever just pondered who we are and how we relate to the One who made us?

A recent discussion with someone, brought a series of thoughts swirling to my mind. Thoughts that made me truly ponder just who I am and who my God is.

It all sprung from this single verse.

This verse does two different things to me.

  1. First it makes me feel very, very small.

Have you ever just had that moment where you felt like a worthless piece of dust compared to who God is? I hope you have, because that is who we are. In the grand scheme of the universe and all that is in it, we are tiny specks of dust.

Worthless. Useless. Undeserving.

We are born, live our lives, die, and return to the dust. In the thousands of years that the earth has been around, each one of our lives only takes up a tiny percentage of it. Our life is, as the Bible says, “even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.” We are just a vapour in this world — just worthless pieces of clay.

Why would the Master of creation even take time to remember such worthless clay as us? The very God who controls the raging of the sea, who speaks to the wind and causes it to still, who spoke the galaxies into existence, remembers us. He knows what our frames are made of and he treats us with such tender lovingkindness because of it. That, in and of itself, should make you feel incredibly small.

2. Second, this verse makes me feel secure.

There is security for me in knowing that my Maker and Creator remembers that I am frail and weak and that I need his strength.

My mind cannot even comprehend it when I think of how God — the Creator and Designer of the universe — cares enough about me to remember that I am fragile clay.

Were it not for his tender mercies toward us, we would be crushed in an instant. He is so much better to us than we deserve!

He is the Master of everything! Why should he be bothered to remember us? Why should he care for us the way that he does? Yet, the Bible tells us that he cares for us like a father cares for his children!

Take a minute to read some of the verses earlier on in the chapter.

“He hath not dealt with us after our sins; nor rewarded us according to our iniquities.
For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him.
As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us.
Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him.”

Psalm 103:10-13

Why does he do all these things? Because, as it says in the very next verse, “For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.”

I don’t know about you, but I am grateful that He remembers what we are made of. He remembers that we are nothing but dust. That thought should make you realize just how much He cares for us — just like a shepherd cares for his sheep.

Today, as you go about everyday life, think of how God cares enough about you and I to remember us and what we are made of. He has mercy on us, has removed our transgressions, and pities us like a father pities his own children.

A. M. Watson

Hebrews 13:8

10 thoughts on “Frames of Dust

  1. I love that verse! It has brought me so much comfort and I turn to it often! I’m thankful my Savior knows my limits and how small and useless I am. I’m also extremely thankful that I can rely on Him to provide regardless of my abilities.

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  2. Psalm 103 is one of my favorite passages. This morning, a friend sent me some verses from this Psalm, and then I read some here where you wrote about them, Alyssa! Thank you for this beautiful reminder of the patience and forgiveness of our loving Heavenly Father!!!

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