staring out the window

When I consider your heavens,
   the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
   which you have set in place,
⁴ what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
   human beings that you care for them?^[c]
 5 You have made them^[d] a little lower than the angels^[e]
   and crowned them^[f] with glory and honor.
⁶ You made them rulers over the works of your hands;
   you put everything under their^[g] feet:
⁷ all flocks and herds,
   and the animals of the wild,
⁸ the birds in the sky,
   and the fish in the sea,
   all that swim the paths of the seas.
 ⁹ LORD, our Lord,    how majestic is your name in all the earth!
Psalm 8:3-9

Yesterday, as I was sitting in church, I glanced out the window and noticed three children playing on the playground at the park across the street. After that my attention was completely fixated on those children playing. My mind began to compare those children to me, as I was now standing and singing worship. Does God view us differently? Is God involved more in my life, because I'm in church, than the lives of those children? Does He love me more? I don't have answers to these questions, nor do I feel like I NEED answers.
 I was, however, overcome with the beauty of God's sovereignty. God had perfectly planned out that mornings events, blessing the children and me. He blessed the three children by giving them each other, providing time for them to play together, providing the tire swing so that they could all swing together, providing a park where they are able to play, and by creating a warm, sunny morning so that they could play in the park. Looking back on my childhood, the times I played with my friends in the park are precious moments. I am sure that these children will also cherish this time together, as they look back on it later in life. I am sure that God will use this moment, later in their life, possibly to remind them how special family is. God was blessing my life by providing a church to attend, a church body to fill the church, a family to feel a part of, a wonderful boy to sit with, and worshipful songs to sing. As I was watching the children, I was reminded how God had also blessed me in my past, by providing family and friends and a multitude of parks so I could also play.
What amazed me most of all, was that God placed these children at this park, me in the pew I was in, and had Jerome open the adjacent window so that these children could touch my heart. Not only had God blessed each of our lives separately, but had gone one step farther to connect us. In my time watching these children, my heart was worshipping God and His awesome work in a more heart altering way than the songs we were singing. Watching these children turned my heart towards God in amazement of His control over every detail of my life.