When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him? Yet you have made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him with glory and honor.
When I was a child, I remember laying on our steep horseshoe-shaped driveway on warm summer nights just looking up at the stars. I remember feeling so small. God may have only created Earth as a place for His creation to thrive, but the heavens declare His glory!