The Zoo

My best friend is in town for a few days visiting. It’s the best. And yesterday we went to the zoo. Which I thought was also going to be the best and it totally wasn’t. But Jesus showed me something really sweet.

I spent a good ten minutes staring at the giraffes. They were particularly captivating to me above the rest of the animals we saw. It might have been the way they moved. At least that’s what I thought I kept marveling at–their glorious lengthiness and the grace with which they walked around. It felt like watching a river run or the ocean as it rolled up on land. It was for whatever reason mesmerizing. They’re just so cool. Look at the way they’re built, the patterns they’re dressed in.

And then I thought, “SHOOT.”

We are ferociously loved by a hugely creative God.

Then it registered in my brain that His creativity is not limited to his physical creation and I freaked out about that because that means He’s creative in the way that he orchestrates our existence and molds His better than good plans for us.

I’m over here with these huge desires to be healed, to one day be in love and marry a Jesus-loving, fort-building, babe-thang with which I can make babies. And to raise said babies on Star Wars. You know, the usual. And I’m roughly 5000 lightyears away from those things (1) being strapped with a life-altering disease that’s wrecking my body and might take away my ability to make said little humans with my husband and (2) I don’t even want to get started on the whole “dating” subject. Really. You should see my face right now.

But get this.

Those things only look and feel impossible because they aren’t panning out the way I imagined they would. Not because they aren’t going to happen. Again, we are ferociously loved by a hugely creative God. He made me unique and He made my personal storyline unique. He is not only creative in the way He created me but the way He’s continually creating me and shaping my story so that I will grow into who He intended me to be.

And His idea for how this whole shindig is supposed to go is way better than mine.

So, yeah, it’s weird. I don’t quite understand the things He’s drawing up but let me tell you I’m a terrible artist so I’m kind of happy I’m not in charge of that anyway. I just need to remember that. That He’s really actually got it and everything will be awesome.

“For You shaped me, inside and out.
    You knitted me together in my mother’s womb long before I took my first breath.
I will offer You my grateful heart, for I am Your unique creation, filled with wonder and awe.
    You have approached even the smallest details with excellence;
    Your works are wonderful;
I carry this knowledge deep within my soul.
     You see all things; nothing about me was hidden from You
As I took shape in secret,
    carefully crafted in the heart of the earth before I was born from its womb.
 You see all things;
    You saw me growing, changing in my mother’s womb;
Every detail of my life was already written in Your book;
    You established the length of my life before I ever tasted the sweetness of it.
 Your thoughts and plans are treasures to me, O God! I cherish each and every one of them!
    How grand in scope! How many in number!
 If I could count each one of them, they would be more than all the grains of sandon earth. Their number is inconceivable!
    Even when I wake up, I am still near to You.” 

-Psalm 139:13-18

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