God created human beings; He created them godlike, reflecting God’s nature. God looked over everything He had made; it was so good. So very good! Genesis 1:27, 31
My words…
Praise
In the strictest sense of the word, only You are able to create. Making something from nothing happens only in the immortal realm. You created me as a carbon-based life-form, but You created the carbon. Now that I think about it, creation must be a fun thing to do. I wouldn’t be surprised if Your laughter was the first thing a yellow-bellied sapsucker heard on its creation day. And then You created humans – what a day that must have been. The beginning of the countdown leading to the night when a bright star hung over Bethlehem. Perhaps You weren’t laughing that day. But one thing is for sure: You love Your creation. So whenever one person mistreats another, You feel it. When a person cries out, You hear it. You hang close to what You created.
I’ve never created anything, but I’ve made a few things. I can make spaghetti. It’s not great, but it’s mine. And my family actually eats it, which makes me feel good about my “creation.” I know what it feels like to make something that actually turns out. But I’ve made some things I wish I hadn’t. At Christmas last year, I spent an entire day sewing a pillow. You saw it. Hideous. Now there’s seven hours I’ll never get back. But You – You never created anything that didn’t turn out exactly how You planned. You never wasted time (or whatever You call the passing of events in heaven) on a project. Everything You make is good.
Here is the real reason I wrote this prayer: I am so very, very humbled and grateful and flabbergasted that I am a creation of Yours. Me! My spirit is not strong enough to relay the adequate words to my brain to write exactly how thankful I am to be part of what You created. I love that I was formed by the same hand that created the T-Rex, the honeysuckle vine, the Pleiades, and the redwood. When I “create” something, there is a part of me in that. When You created me, You put a part of You in me. And that is the only reason I can be called good.
