January 20, 2014
My husband's alarm sounds sharply at 5:00. I groan and roll over, snuggling farther, deeper into the warm covers. My groggy mind flashing to the weather from the day and night before. I recall the constant beating of the sleet and rain that kept me awake most of the night. I fondle through the dark, reaching for my phone. I check the local news website for school closings, half dreading, half hoping what I feel is evident. Nothing. I drag myself out of bed and drag my house slipper covered feet to the bathroom to begin my daily regimen...well not so daily lately. I check the school closings once more, now that I am almost fully awake. There it is. School is closed. I groan out loud for now being awake enough that I could not again return to my comfortable slumber. The smell of coffee reaches my senses as I descend the stairs. What am I going to do with yet another snow day?! The laundry is done. The kitchen is clean. My lessons are planned. My creative side awakens. I crochet for a while, make jewelry for a while, even contemplate making a batch of my favorite sugar cookies.
There is something satisfying about making something with your own hands. It is very gratifying to look at a finished product that has turned out well. Something taken from a little of nothing and made into something a person would want and cherish.
God must have and must still feel that same way. But much greater. For he has the power to make and create so much more. I know how I feel when a work is finished that I know I have done a great job of doing. He must feel something much greater. How could I even begin to compare his creation to mine? I don't consider it a comparison, but a means to put things into perspective. To appreciate what he has created all for me. The beauty of nature, the grandeur of life, the gift of heaven.
I will from this point on remember as I create things with my hands, that it is by the grace of God that I am able to do these things and also by his grace that I am living and can have everlasting life when my time here is done.
Psalms 104:24-25 How many are your works, oh Lord! In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures. There is the sea, vast spacious, teeming with creatures beyond number-living things both large and small.