OK, so that was ridiculously cheesy, maybe even inappropriate.
But as I stood in the kitchen with flour on my shirt, washing the dishes
stacked in the sink, the aroma of cookies wafting from the oven, a glass of
milk and temporarily-empty plate waiting for me, thinking through who I could
share the cookies with the next few days…I felt immensely pleased, satisfied.
And when The Creation story popped into my head, I couldn’t help but find
comparing it to my own feeble “creation” highly entertaining. Imagining God
with smudges of dust on his hands, looking down at just-created Adam as he takes
that first breath, feeling pleased, satisfied with His work, thinking “Mmhhmm.
This is really good”.
When I’m feeling inferior (or superior) to another musician,
or person of any vocation, I like to take a step back and remember: compared to
God’s creating powers, my peanut butter chocolate chip cookies and Bach or da
Vinci’s greatest works are not all that different. Nor are the works of the
nurse, the banker, the administrator, the pastor, the parent, the little old
man who sweeps up the trash and leaves from the park. We find beauty and
declare it good and enjoy it, we bring order to chaos, we serve each other.
I am not saying we should all think of ourselves as artists,
“creators”, or “creatives” (I don’t even consider myself one). Instead, I’m
beginning to think it’s much grander and much simpler. I’m beginning to think
that whether we realize it or not, we all just want to be more like Our Heavenly Dad.
At least, I know I do. How about you?
What have you made/seen/been a part of today, that reminded you of Him?
