The first time I caught a glimpse of the Mona Lisa in person, it was a bit of a letdown. This was well before they had encased the famous painting in thick Plexiglas with a cordoned-off square of the floor to keep spectators at a distance. The painting is smaller than one might think. Her cunning smile needs you to crane in as if she is guarding some secret truth that she might let you in on if you’re lucky or just close enough.
Have you ever thought about the earth? Like, really thought about it? How it’s positioned perfectly in our little solar system, just the right distance from the sun to not freeze or burn up? How all of the ecosystems and all of the processes and pieces fit together to form intricate environments all over the planet? How when you peel back layers and layers of how it all works, the glory of God is revealed in the teeny tiny details that make everything function the way it does?
These feelings of inadequacy, insignificance, and unworthiness come from my own belief that I’m not important enough to other people. Every significant struggle in my life thus far can be traced back to a connection with another human. I stake so much on how they feel about me. And when they don’t respond to me the way I wish they would — receptive, appreciative, understanding — I feel more than a little unworthy. Is there something wrong with me? But how do all these feelings make my heavenly Father feel?