The Joy of Creating

Seems most of my life I’ve been the recipient of others’ creativity: an inspiring book, a beautiful painting, a piece of music, and things God has made—a cascading waterfall or multicolored sunrise.

Building this house has made me think of the joy of the creator. Did God smile when he saw the first man observe his first sunrise?

Yesterday evening I looked out over our front yard—now just scraped dirt with ditches left by the sprinkler installers. In a lush meadow, across the way, a doe watched her twin fawns play—a version of tag-you’re-it and ring-around-the-roses.

Couldn’t help but wonder—in a couple of years, will one of those fawns bring her own offspring to romp in our beautiful yard?

I’m still smiling.