I am thankful that God is bigger than me.
As I crawl my way through Isaiah this year, poring over every chapter and verse, I am reminded at how often I confine God to my human standards of measurement. I limit His power to something tangible and earthly, thinking that He must do things in a certain way so that my dusty brain can makes sense of it.
And then He does something so outlandish, so enormous, so God-like that I am quickly reminded at how small and little and unimaginative I am.
I love when He does that.