God, The Creative

God the creative

Have you ever stopped to think about how creative God is? 

Because, He is.

Look at human beings, for one. Do you realize how amazing the human body is?

  • There are 100,000 miles of blood vessels in an adult human body.
  • Your nose can remember 50,000 different scents.
  • The human eye can distinguish about 10 million different colors. (makes sense why dusty rose is a color, doesn’t it? )
  • Humans share 50% of their DNA with bananas (just wanted to make sure you’re still listening!).
  • Your brain keeps developing until your late 40s.
  • When you take one step, you are using up to 200 muscles.
  • If your stomach acid got onto your skin, it would burn a hole in it.

Need I go on?

It’s facts, people. The human body is an amazingly complex system, functioning through highly complicated processes, and made with astounding detail. Detail, that only a seriously creative artist could have crafted.

And that’s just us, humans. It doesn’t even begin to describe all of the insanely original and extraordinary creations that God has bestowed upon us, here on earth.

God is a creative geniusI stand in awe of my God.

His might, His ingenious ways, His creativity. His perfect timing.

It makes me proud to label myself as a creative, too. It’s like, when people say my mom and I look practically like twins. Or when people comment on how my temperament is like that of my dad’s. I take pride in knowing that I carry bits and pieces of them. I get to walk around with the essence of my mom everyday, and am reminded simply by looking in a mirror. Parts of my personality stick out to me, particularly when I remind myself of my dad, and I hold on to those parts dearly.

Both of these things force me to remember exactly who I belong to, and ultimately that I am a product of my parents.

Creativity to me, is a mark of Whose I am.

Who I belong to. As children of God, we are gifted with creativity in many forms. Whether it be in the arts (drawing, music, theater, etc.), out on the baseball field, sitting in math class, wherever. And we are marked as His through this gifting. All of us.

“So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.”

Genesis 1:27

Creativity is a mark of who I amI bear witness to the beauty that God creates each and every day. But, I don’t always give Him the credit that He deserves. God is a creative genius. There is no doubt about that. I hope that He continues to show me his craftsmanship throughout my life.

Where have you seen God’s creativity revealed? Was it magnificent? Were you surprised?

Have you ever forgotten to give glory to God for the things He has made?

I’m asking myself these things, really. Take time this week to soak up the things God has so intentionally designed. From our solar system, to the hairs on your head. Let it sink in just how awe-inspiring God truly is.


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Leighann

Twenty-something, lover of Jesus. I like animals (esp. dogs), Fun-Fetti cupcakes and yoga. I love God and do my best to love others. I hate too-warm weather and socks that fall into your shoes when you walk. I'm a huge fan of Christian rap and cold, sunny days.

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  • Melissa

    I love this! As a creative person, I have always loved what a Master Artist God is. You summed up my feelings perfectly.

    • Leighann

      Leighann

      Melissa, I couldn’t have said it better myself! You’re so right – I’m glad He’s made us in a way that allows us to see His artistry too!

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