Having known each other for twenty minutes, we sat like two old friends and gushed about dreams and ideas. I listened as she shared, telling me what she wanted to do, who she wanted to help. Her face lit up, in that way that only comes from dreaming big. From holding an idea, a venture, that just might be "too" big, but being audacious enough to hold it tight and run with it.
Flames flashing and illusions tricking our eyes. Fire dancers and magicians. Accuracy veiled in excitement. With each movement that seemed to exhale - this is me and this is what I love to do.
Talk of a certain pond over breakfast. A meeting of two writer's hearts. Encouragement to take the next step, without knowing what step two may be.
Glimpses of dreams. A friend that changed her major, leaving security behind. A girl's meek smile as she shares of her love for composition, her heart music pouring forth as she opens up. A younger brother's excited plans to create, clay ready in hand.
The sight of a painting, the acoustic strum in a certain song, the folds like fabric in a statue long since crafted. The excitement of the soul as it experiences art. Here I am reminded of His heart for the created. His created, His children. I am overwhelmed to ponder, my enjoyment of the work of hands, is minuscule in light of His adoration. The work of His hands, His enjoyment at the sight of His creation, is undaunted, abundant, pure in appreciation.
He wanted us to meet Him there. He placed within us a heart that beats a little faster in the presence of a gift. He invites us to share with Him. To recognize the desire placed and open hands wide to see and be moved by Him in it.
His heart is to teach the created the love of the Creator. May we turn and open hands wide, desires in palm, and surrender.
That we may know Him deeper.
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