Everything through my bedroom window

So, we've all looked out the window and seen the stars. And the thing is, it seems so big out there. When we look out there, we see this little piece of...everything. And in that little section that seems so big, there are countless stars. And most of those stars are as big as our sun. And maybe they have planets of their own, circling them over and over again. Maybe the planets have moons, maybe they have animals, trees, all of that. And all of that is just from your little window. There are millions of windows and worlds and galaxies and everything. And guess what? There's also you. You, a person who is so small that even when 7 billion you-sized people stand together, a camera that is relatively close to the earth still can't notice a difference, with or without all of you. Yet god, who made you, is still more proud of you than any of his galaxies. He loves you more than you can ever, ever imagine. He thinks you are more beautiful than any of his oceans, anything that he's made. He's right, of course. Cause you have the potential to create a universe as big as this everything in front of your window. And whatever you see in the mirror, whoever you think you are doesn't matter. Cause you can do it. Hey, you're a child of the most powerful person in all of ever. Shouldn't that count for something?