As a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him; for he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust. (PSA 103:13-14 NIV, 7-24-14)

He remembers that we are dust.

Possibly among the most comforting words in scripture.

I know I’m dust, or at least I’m reminded of it frequently. I feel like dust, fragile, fly-away, failure-plagued. Not solid dirt, dust.

And God knows it, too, and has compassion on us. In spite of how rough it sometimes feels, he’s treating us gingerly, carefully, lovingly.

Dust-y.

[Father, thank you for your compassion. Help me to live in awareness of it.]