Ain't It Just Like A Kid...

to want to be like their Daddy?  

Is that why we humans spend all of our collective time, just trying to reproduce what only Papa can create?  So much so, that now, we're even trying to recreate human life.  Does He just laugh at our ant-sized attempts?  Or is He at all flattered?  I gotta wonder.  

There seems to be, within us, this innate need to create.  It seems we can't stand the thought of being outdone by our Daddy, and yet, it is a hopeless cause to think that our measly efforts will ever pay off.  (Not that we should throw in the towel, and give up, either.)  

What we have been able to somewhat duplicate, seems only to be the extreme tip of a colossal ice burg...  one we will not fully know, on this side of life.  And it's our ever present "thorn in the side"...  that gnawing awareness that He does it way better than we could ever hope to. 

On the other hand, creating is beautiful, thrilling, and deeply fulfilling.  (Ah, that rhymes, I could write a song about it... but, alas, I spare you.)  And maybe it goes back to that whole "made in His image" thing.  I mean, I guess He kinda likes creating, and He is pretty good at it.

I guess, in some sort of way, He's still creating... through us (our minds and our hands)... and thus finds great pleasure in our searching and wonderment, delighting when we find something that works, or looks, or sounds stunning, or graceful, or elegant.  It probably barely scratches the surface of what He can accomplish, and yet I get the feeling that He's like any gratified parent, when their child brings home something that took all of their creative juices to produce.  He must smile with great and sincere pleasure at our endeavors... all the while, knowing how much more we are capable of, as we mature.  

How I feel like He wishes we were better able to connect with His creative, inspired, visionary, innovative, and expressive qualities... and that when we did, we would know it was Him.  

I think He's got a lot to say through our creativity, if only we'd let Him speak.  Some of us are so doubtful that we have anything He could use, that we just sit around on our laurels... for a lifetime... in the dark... ingesting our dog crumbs.  Still others,  just can't ever seem to slow down enough to listen and respond when their musing comes... ... ... and then goes.

Papa, I'm getting the point that it's not all about me, but I'm also beginning to see that, for some reason, unbeknownst to me, You choose to value my input in this world, and even seem to want me to express it.  You appear to see something in me, that I don't.  Maybe, it's in my DNA; I don't know.  That, I don't get...  But, none of us do.  Our innate worth absolutely baffles us.  It's, perhaps, the first and foremost, thing that we are convinced of, by Your arch enemy... that we are really but nothing, to You or anyone, and thus should just give up altogether, this living, loving, touching, and relating.  It's of no use to us... when we're really useless, in our own minds.  

And, isn't that the true plague of society?  No one matters, and so we all spend our lifetime trying to prove our worth, mostly to ourselves, and then to everyone else.  In fact, the saddest truth, apart from never knowing You, is that many will die, in that futility and vanity, as if it were all there is.  Though, they'll bet their life on it... ... never knowing Truth.

Please help me to see and know what you see in me.  I can't possibly contribute anything of significant value, until I have the knowing.  Then, I have a feeling, that suddenly, everything becomes significant and remarkable!