His creation

 I quilt, I scrapbook, I plant my garden, I write.  That sounds like a list of hobbies. But it's more than that. Much more.  It's soul work.
 Creating.  Taking random thoughts, or objects, and through great effort, slowly transforming them into a unique being.

 Maybe it has to do with 'slowly'. My world is so fast paced.
 Maybe it has to do with 'mine'. I escape into me and my creation.
 Maybe it has to do with 'single focus'.  No multi-tasking here. All other demands are set aside.
 Probably, it's because,  as I change it, it changes me. I am at peace, I am content.

In the beginning, it's just me and an idea. As I work it and rework it, I become bonded to it.  And by  the time it is finished, I am in love with it.

Genesis 1:27 So God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him.
Psalm 139:13  For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother's womb. 

If I fall in love with my creations, I can only imagine what God feels about His; what He feels for me!

                                     The Creation
                               by James Weldon Johnson

Then God sat down--
On the side of a hill where he could think;
By a deep, wide river he sat down;
With his head in his hands,
God thought and thought,
Till he thought: I'll make me a man!

Up from the bed of the river
God scooped the clay;
And by the bank of the river
He kneeled him down;
And there the great God Almighty
Who lit the sun and fixed it in the sky,
Who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night,
Who rounded the earth in the middle of his hand;
This great God,
Like a mammy bending over her baby,
Kneeled down in the dust
Toiling over a lump of clay
Till he shaped it in is his own image;

Then into it he blew the breath of life,
And man became a living soul.
Amen.Amen. 
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Can you feel the love?   Like a mammy bending over her baby.  That kind of love. The great God Almighty kneeled in the dust, toiled over a lump of clay, didn't stop until it was perfect.  That kind of love!

                              Oh how He loves you. Oh how He loves me. 
                                         Oh how He loves you and me.

 Slow down, escape, focus, change. Be at Peace.