In the Hands of the Creator

In the Hands of the Creator

With skilled hands he formed her: lovingly, carefully, and thoughtfully. 

Although the materials were not much to work with, -just a glob of clay- he sculpted it. Molding. Patting. Pushing the dirt. Slowly, a figure began to take shape, and curious beings gathered around to watch the transformation.

He made this one with long limbs, knowing that the hunt for clothes that fit would teach patience and perseverence. At first her waist was small, but then, as if he had a second thought, he added a bit more clay to it, making it a bit straighter and not so hourglass-shaped. Her head was oval shaped, like an egg. Adding extra clay to her facial bones, he made her cheeks round and dimpled. No chiseled cheekbones on this one. He continued this way for her whole body, taking clay away in some spots and adding more in others until the body was perfectly shaped. Not perfect in the eyes of critics in the world she would be born into, but perfect in the eyes of the Creator.

Now to continue onto her face. With careful attention to detail, He gently pulled and patted her face until it became the desired form. He surveyed His blank canvas and gently pulled the jaw out. During her life on earth, she would have braces to correct the “underbite” He had given her. Next, her ears were pulled out a bit; her earlobes made similar to her father’s. Moving onto her lips, He sculpted them similarly to the way He had made her mother’s. “Fishlips”, her aunt had called her mother. But they were perfectly formed. Her teeth were large and endearingly crooked.  Moving onto her nose, He made it small, and round, pressing His thumb onto the end and turning it up a little. Finally He began her eyes. One eyelid closed a little differently than the other. She was unique! He painted the colour grey, and then changed his mind and put blue on top. The result was nice.

At length, everything was ready for the finishing touches. He added a touch of colour to the lips and cheeks. He laughed to himself, recognizing that she would blush easily. Sparse eyelashes, thick brows, a few moles here and there, fingernails, and toenails were all lovingly sculpted. Finally her crowning glory: a mane of fine soft brown hair.

He stepped back, and the watching beings gasped in wonder and amazement. Another work of art. She was beautiful. Just like everything He had created so far. Excitedly, they watched the next segment unfold. The Master Creator breathed gently into her nostrils. Down below, a child – a beautiful baby girl- began to grow in the womb of her mother. The Creator let His adoring gaze linger for a while on the little child, knowing the struggles, joys, pain, and pleasure she would go through in life on earth; emotions which He would also have, with her life being the cause of it as He guided her through life. The realization that she would have to choose to be led by Him was ever present, but if she decided to choose Him instead of the wiles of the world, what joy He would have as He revealed Himself to her! He, the one who had not only created her, but had also given His only Son to die an agonizing death on a cruel cross for her, in order that she might be with Him someday! He loved her. Unconditionally.

He broke His gaze finally and once again, turned to a lump of clay beside Him and began to work.

Then the LORD God formed the man of dust from the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living creature.. Gen. 2:7

For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. Psalm 139:13

But now, O LORD, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand. Isaiah 64:8

Verses taken from the English Standard Version