The story of creation is an incredible one. For so many reasons. But mostly---at least for me, anyway---because it shows so beautifully the unmatched worth we have in God's eyes.
God spoke everything into existence, which is a whole mind-blowing thing right there. "Let there be..." and there was. That is just incredible in a way I can't fully comprehend. And a reminder to me of how my words have the power to create or destroy. Yeah. IN-credible.
So there God was, balancing between time and eternity, forming galaxies, hippos, mountains, and clown fish with His words. But when He created mankind, He used His bare hands. He stooped down to make us great. Words would not suffice. He wanted us to bear His thumbprint.
I can just picture His monstrous hands playing with the dirt as He creatively and carefully decided how we should be put together. I've seen pictures of some pretty amazing sand sculptures, but I'd say that God's takes first prize.
He loved us enough to form us with His own hands. He wanted to hold us, rhythmically massage our hearts to kickstart their first beat, and be the first thing we saw when we opened our eyes. I'd venture a guess that our first case of goosebumps came from Him caressing our skin.
And then He breathed into us. Face to face, we inhaled our first breath as He exhaled into our nostrils. I cannot even fathom the worth, the wealth, of that breath of life. Woah.
God still wants to get down and dirty with me. When my life is a mess or it feels like I'm wallowing in the mire of my emotions and circumstances, it's easy to think God is far-removed from it all. But He's right here in the dirt next to me. It's nothing new to Him. He's been there, done that. And more than willing to do it again.
How can I doubt that God wants to be intimately involved in my life when He made me with His own bare hands?