So God created human beings in his own image. In the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.
Our God is infinitely creative. Every person, every fingerprint, every leaf and snowflake is unique. A new creation. Rocks, buried in the ground, formed in every color of the rainbow, so striking and beautiful that we dig them up and hang them around our necks. The blood hidden in our veins, red. The sky, a soaring canvas of blue. The leaves, an engrossing progression of green, and then, all of a sudden, golden. Why? If efficiency were God’s key value, then we would probably live in a mosaic of beige.
Then there is food. the brightness of a tomato, the richness of chocolate, the liquid velvet of wine. Things didn’t need to taste good, God created them to. And sound. The whisper of wind through the treetops, the chatter of the birds, the wrenching beauty of music. Our God wasn’t interested in being functional when he created this place we inhabit. His goal was beauty.
I’m tired of living a utilitarian life. I want to be surrounded by beauty. I want to make a discipline of finding it wherever I am, and then choosing to marvel. At home, I want to create a space inhabited by beauty. Not necessarily by buying expensive things, but instead, arranging the things I have purposefully, so that there are glimpses of beauty all around.
Another thing to note. God made me as a person intensely creative. I am just now beginning to recognize that not everyone is built this way. I have a burning need to create. To think new thoughts. To do new things. To create art, to write out words, to sing songs and to… make stuff. I am not trying to brag at all, by the way. There is just a lot of stuff inside me that needs out. And when I go to long without indulging my need to create, I get antsy. Itchy. Another word that rhymes with itchy.
The easiest way to ease the pressure? Make stuff. Crochet a hat. Plan a youth event. Write a poem. Paint a picture. This year, I want to make a weekly (daily?) discipline of exercising my creativity.
Here is another truth. When I make stuff, I can give stuff to people. Why not use my need to create as a way to bless others? For me, it is not so much about the end result as it is about the process. Case in point: this blog isn’t so much about you reading it as it is about me writing it. If I create a painting- give it to someone who needs to know they are loved. If I make a scarf, let it be a hug for someone who needs it. Why not? God creates, and we are the beneficiaries of it. When you think about it that way, it seems like giving is inextricably linked to making…