Gloryteller

There is a pond on my property. It is more secluded than my other pond which is close to a paved road. I placed a four-foot-long, two-foot-wide boulder near the edge of the pond. It is good for pondering. Being shaped in the rough form of a car, I named it Car Rock. That’s uninspired, but the important thing is that it’s good for sitting upon to ponder by the pond. Why not give it a more personal name, Pondering Rock, perhaps?
Unless the neighbor’s dogs are barking, the only sounds here are bird songs and breezes sighing through the treetops. I imagine that I’m hearing the breath of God, and in a sense, I am. He’s easy to talk with there on Car Rock, and there’s a lot to converse about, but my wondering and pondering invariably lead to questions. I have a million of them. No, more than that. They are uncountable except by the Father Himself. 
My most common questions are spiritual in nature, but some are scientific, such as, “Is gravity quantum in its behavior; in its design?” He has not answered that one yet, but I lean toward “Yes”—it’s purposely elusive. He answers most of my questions using Bible passages, and their corresponding commentaries are usually enlightening. Then I say:
I’m ordinary, Lord. Who am I that You care so much about my well-being; that You would let me read Your Word as my own personal love letter; that You would adopt me as Your child and blood relative; that You would allow me to speak with you, ask questions, and have a personal relationship with You? 
Who am I? Who?
It’s then that I realize I said relative. I am who I am only relative to Him! Only He knows the answer fully and completely. Apart from -away from- Father and Jesus, I am essentially nothing and no one. Yet He explains that when I received Jesus as my Savior, I became “someone”, that and much more—more than can be explained except through His Word.
So I sit here in wonder and hope my “wonder” will never fade. I hope my deep respect and awe of Him which is often called “fear” will never fade.
I ponder further as I look around and it occurs to me that the subject of my awe has lived on this planet and walked on this ground. Perhaps not this ground, but ground much like this. I see the trees around the edge of the pond. He has touched trees similar to these and sat in their shade for relief from the sun. He has stood under the stars and perhaps bathed in their light and the light of the moon as He looked it in the face. He stood on the surface of water much like this water and then walked upon it. He may have sat under His expansive blue sky on a rock reminiscent of the one I’m pondering upon at this moment. It hits me that He created all those things I see before me, not to mention myself, and I am even more in thankful awe that He made Himself “nothing” and came to visit.
I imagine him having done those things elsewhere, that He is doing them right here!
It is then that I experience His presence with me in body and in spirit, in a reality difficult to comprehend, except by merely being still and knowing it. God with us and with me. He came into His creation, once, long ago in humility, as a servant. When He went back to The Father, He left part of Himself with us along with the promise to return, not lowly but in His full power and glory!  
I secretly hope that happens someday while I’m standing here on Pondering Rock reaching toward the sky and smiling.