I am a basket maker. Basket making has a long history. In the Bible, St. Paul escaped Damascas by being let down from the city wall in a basket. I admire that basket. It must have been large and very well made to carry a man down a city wall.
It's obvious that someone made that basket. But who made the man? Was he just a collision of bits of protoplasm, collections of molecules, that "happened" one day or one night? If someone said that my baskets were "lucky coincidences," I would not think highly of that person. I know what goes into making a basket, the calculations, the selection and preparation of materials, the practice my hands have had in holding things at the right spaces at the right times, the planning for the right use, size and shape.
So, too, something that is made that is beyond my ken, must have been well planned, known, selected and shaped in someone's mind before it came into being: a house, a car, a computer. How about a tree, a cat, a man? How about St. Paul? The mind of God is way beyond what we can comprehend. How great a mind to formulate and create these things. Beauty, life, a human mind, what kind of mind can create those? Certainly worthy of awe.