Have you ever had one of those weeks when it seems as if every topic you read about in the Bible or in books or magazines is on the same topic? Then you turn on the radio (guess what?), and there it is again.
That’s been this week for me. God’s been speaking to my heart about creation. About everything coming from nothing. About nothing being here that He didn’t create. About me being allowed to be part of the creative process. About understanding every that word I write comes from Him.
I mean, I *knew* this . . . but God is reminding me. He’s whispering Truth, and I feel like the most blessed girl in the world to be asking to be part of this creative journey with Him.
First stop. Rejoicing in His creation. The awe of God’s creative process hit me hard on my trip to the Czech Republic. As I hiked the sun-kissed, wild-flower-speckled, rolling hills of the Czech countryside, my soul rejoiced over the beauty and the fact it was God who directed me (by asking me to go on the trip and share His good news) to those green grassy hills.
More than once I wanted to stretch out my arms and twirl with abandon. “The hills are alive with the Sound of Music. . . .”
As rambunctious teens kicked around a red rubber ball and two toddlers chased bubbles, I felt a cloak of honor wrap around my shoulders. Who am I to be given such a gift of this place? These people? I wondered.
And as I’ve been thinking about this over the last couple of days, my jaw has dropped to my chest more than once, considering what my year has held:
Drifting by a mountainous, blue and white glacier with the sounds of seals splitting the air.
Watching a black bear catch hefty salmon while I stood on a boardwalk five feet away.
Walking through a coastal rainforest so thick with moss and ferns that it appeared spray-painted lime green (and even more spectacular was the bounce of my feet on the cushy ground).
Pennsylvania and Ohio
The clomping sound of a horse’s hooves on pavement
The golden light spreading over harvested fields of stubble
Trees where only the strongest yellow and orange leaves still clung to branches
Hills that rose and fell with quaint farmhouses dotting their expanse
Cupping snowballs in my hand and sharing them with my toddler daughter
Gazing up at pines trimmed in lacy ice patterns
The crunch and squeak of my boots over the snow
Add in: the Czech Republic, Miami, Jamaica, Grand Cayman Islands, Branson, St. Louis, Philadelphia, Oklahoma City, Memphis, Pittsburg, Ireland (only to change planes), London (only to change planes and have a spot of tea), Tyler, Texas, Naples, Florida, Coeur d’Alene, Idaho, and a dozen other states between Arkansas and Montana as we DROVE to see our family.
The joy of witnessing God’s creation was a gift to me. And the truth is, the glory of His creation is around me every time I step out my door.
Second stop. Allowing Him to do His creative work in me. Creating is scary. It risks rejection. It risks our “works” not living up to the ideal in our head. Yet when we create, we use the gift God offered to man alone. When we create, we display God’s image, and we allow His breath (inspiration) to fill us.
“Our creativity comes from within a context, the context of our life as a creation of God, who is the Author and Perfecter, the Artist. From within that context we can unearth what we have to offer, and we can learn to be available to the creative offerings around us.” ~Alice Bass, The Creative Life
What is creation? As a noun it’s an exhibit of God’s glory. As a verb it’s an exhibit of God’s glory. How amazing is that?
Today, no matter where you are, ask God to turn your heart toward His creation.
Today, no matter who you are, seek to allow God’s creative breath to flow through you. To do so is to affirm that you realize your part in God’s plan of displaying His glory.