God is an artist

Inspired by a comment I made below in an interview about my photos....

God is an artist

 I think God is an artist. I mean, look around. Go outside, smell the air after a thunderstorm. Stare at the stars from the top of a mountain, listen to a brook or the ocean’s waves crashing on a beach. Feel the wind dance across your skin in the autumn, taste a handful of water from a fresh spring. All of that is art. We are art. Watch a baby take tiny steps, listen to the laughter of old friends. God is an artist, and everything around us points back to Him. If He is the master artist, and we are made in His image, well then…art can teach us a lot about Him, and ourselves. Christians should first take a second to realize the art that surrounds them, the beauty we so often take for granted. We don’t “need” to do anything but praise God for his glory. If we take joy in His creation, that will point people to Christ. Simply noticing God around us will make all the difference.

 

God is an artist 

The sand between our toes 

The moss beneath our feet 

The tulips that wave their hello to the sunny sky 

Your laughter 

My smile 

The way our fingers entwine 

The drumbeat of our hearts 

Sweet smell of a summer’s rain 

Autumn’s restless rustle 

The Big Dipper, always in line with the North Star 

A symphony of sound 

Cascades around me 

The brook 

Which dances its hello 

Around smooth rocks 

Aged but ageless 

And time swirls away and I cannot keep track 

Of the way my spirit soars 

Or the hours I lose, 

Lost in pure joy and awe 

And my hand 

Is art 

My knobby knees, bony elbows, pudgy toes that I won’t let people see 

The wind which kisses my cheek 

As the sun caresses my shoulders 

And the clean, mountain air makes me feel so alive 

Suddenly it’s clear 

In the baby’s smile 

First steps, first laugh 

In my mother’s laughter 

My father’s eyes 

We are art, 

I am a masterpiece 

Bound by eternal, unconditional love 

Agape   

God is a comedian 

The awkward giraffe baby bends its lanky knees to test the grass with his tongue 

The huge hippo twitches its tiny ear, pretending to be nimble 

The fat puppies squirm their full tummies in the grass, desperate to romp in the sunshine 

I watch a penguin attempt to walk 

Swaggering 

The brown duck’s waddle 

Just look at a platypus, or 

A llama—hairy, wooly—as it spits in someone’s face 

And it snows 4 inches in April but melts by 11:00 am because temperatures raise to 78 F 

And I laugh in wonder 

Or hysterics 

And you laugh with me 

The fat barrel dog in North Carolina that made me cry tears of hilarity 

Interrupting Thanksgiving dinner 

The way cats get puffy tails when scared 

A dog thinking its own foot is trying to steal the bone from its mouth 

Your silly jokes 

Laughing 

Aching 

Can’t catch my breath 

As I wonder at the world 

And the things in it 

Art 

Beautiful 

Hysterical 

Made by the great master himself 

God is an artist 

And I 

Well, I am art.