The Imagination of a Child
You alone are the LORD. You made the skies and the heavens and all the stars. You made the earth and the seas and everything in them. Nehemiah 9:6 NIV
Here I sit in Pennsylvania—eagerly awaiting the birth of my first grandchild. Whatever possessed my daughter to move up here to the frigid north?? Don't laugh, I know I'm a wimp.
I'm fascinated by grandeur of nature here—hills, rivers, and stark trees reaching into a cold sky. It's so unbelievably different than the area of Texas where I live. Many of you would disagree, but I love the beauty of coastal plains.
Leaving the glass and concrete giants that tower over of Houston and heading south, you quickly find yourself surrounded by flat marshlands. Fingers of water invade low lying areas and shallow ponds are filled with armies of reeds standing at attention.
Here the land rises and falls and, in the marshlands, the land lies flat and shapeless. Here the roads curve around hills and where I live, roads run straight as a ruler, marking off the miles. Here the trees are bare, there birds nest in the leaves the trees wear.
Have you ever thought about God's display of imagination throughout nature? The Alps and the desert plains; birds and flowers of every color in the rainbow; the gangly giraffe and the graceful deer; my husband, tall and thin (well he used to be) and me, short and (pleasingly) plump.
What happens to us when we grow up? As children we create wild pictures with color combinations that make adults shudder. We joyfully put dinosaurs in our nativity sets lined up behind the three wise men and the toy soldiers; as adults we argue about whether the wise men actually came to the manger or to a house two years later. Children reflect God's imagination, adults prefer logic and order.
Just for a moment, cast aside your inhibitions and get down on the floor with a blank piece of paper and wild colors. Join your Father in the wonder of creation.