It Is Good

I teach 3 and 4 year olds for Sunday School. How precious they are, full of questions and analogies, they bless my heart. Yesterday, we discussed creation. How God spoke and the earth and all it's inhabitants were created...with words. What mighty words...I'm in awe. Yet, when He made man, He formed us. He so gently, with hands formed us.

 My thoughts went to the first moment in which I held my girls. Newborns, so precious, so pure. I gently held them, caressed them, looked over each finger, each toe. I was in awe of their eyelashes. I ran my finger over the arch of their lips. We are bonding, forming a relationship. Watching as their little lungs filled and emptied, rise and fall. Fall, yes, they will fall. They will break my heart, they will disobey, they will look at me with rebellious glares, they will turn from me. Yet, I hold them, love them, cherish them. They are good. 

God, on the sixth day, molded man. He held him ever so gently, caressing, sculpting, forming. He cherished him. He ran fingers to form the arch of his lips, wisp eyelashes, smoothed fingers and toes. He was forming a relationship a bond. Then God breathed, He breathed life into man's lungs...in and out, up and down, rise and fall.  Fall...God knew. He lovingly created man knowing, it was His way. He knew that man would break His heart. Man would look at Him with rebellious glares. Turn on Him, deny Him, disobey. Yet, He did it. He loves us, He cherishes us, He cares for us, He holds us..and He said it is good.