I am a creator at heart. You can ask my poor mother who had to consistently clean up headboard carvings, crayon murals, and shredded clothing that was intended to make a fashion statement. To this day, I always have my hand in a little bit of something – painting, photography, graphic design, interior design.
Today I stopped to think, because I found myself getting wrapped up in a project. I tend to get lost in achieving perfection when it comes to creating something – the perfect colors, texture, balance, negative space, and on and on. I want whatever I create to be perfect and to be used to its greatest potential and in the best way possible.
So, how could God create something so perfect and precious to him, and then just let go? How could he create humankind and then give them the right to choose? How big is his heart that he could let go? How reckless is His love that He could sit back, perfectly balancing ultimate power and undying patience and freely present the gift of choice?
I don’t have words to describe this glimpse of the heart of God. I cannot understand the grace, the patience, and the humility of our creator. He is the ultimate creator, architect, painter, crafter, designer, and yet he asks for nothing but our highly faulted love. Our wretched hearts. That is what makes Him happy. I cannot begin to comprehend it, but I will surely offer it to Him.
Psalm 100
Make a joyful noise to the Lord,
all the earth!
Serve the Lord with gladness!
Come into his presence with singing!
Know that the LORD, he is God!
It is he who made us, and we are his;
we are his people, and the sheep
of his pasture.
Enter the gates with
thanksgiving,
and his courts with praise!
Give thanks to him; bless his
name!
For the LORD is good;
his steadfast love endures forever,
and his faithfulness to all
generations.
