I look out over the man-made pool above the man-made parking lot and see where God spoke. He said 'land, you go to here, ocean, you go to here'. Uncreated one. Eternal before any beginning you have been on your throne. You breathed the starry heavens. My God is mighty. He spoke these things into being. How much more does He love me? He could have decided to just speak to the dirt to make man. But He got His hands dirty and "formed man from the dust of the ground". Then God literally poured some of himself out when He "breathed into his nostrils the breath of life".
He knows my name. I am a friend of God. He knows the number of hairs on my head,He knows every day of my life! All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be! How precious concerning me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand.
