As the sun set just below the bank of clouds to the west, I studied the colors that stabbed through the narrow, horizontal slit between the ethereal and the substantial. And as we all have from time to time, I thanked God for creation.
Driving further, I began to see an echoed gift of that creation. The beauty, complexity, and wonder of what God provides inspires me to create — as it has women and men throughout the ages.
We don’t create in the same way. Something is not fashioned out of nothing. But we create from those elements around us. Colors, words, musical notes, clay, metal, stories.
One of God’s greatest gifts to us is placing the desire to create within us. Just another way we are created in the image of God.