Drops of water

This morning, as I was attending to my ritual of waking up, I was bent over the sink washing my face. Still groggy and not entirely lucid, my mind was especially bent on wandering. I splashed a handful of water on my face and waited as usual for the cold water to take its effect. Water droplets dripped off my face and vanished down the drain. Then my mind wandered. Stretching my fingers, I allowed the stream of water to flow over them, then held my hand up and studied it. I was fascinated by the way the water traced its way down my hand and wrist. I began to think about humans and our life on earth. The bible states that were a merely a mist, coming and rapidly dispersing. I compared this to the water swirling down the drain. The drops are there for a split second, then disappear. I am a drop of water. A tiny life source in a waterfall of power. Yet God sees me. I am a mere drop of life. Yet God treasures me. I shut the water off, letting the silence blanket my thoughts, struck by the realization I was making. It made me feel so small and puny. It made me realize how unworthy I am. How amazing it is that God, so powerful and glorious, notices a drop of water in a vast ocean. I find it incredible. It’s almost absurd to me. I am so blessed. Only God could treasure every drop of water.