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Constructed or Created?

Charles Dickens reminds us: "The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists." The one creating is able to see long before the created comes into existence - there is much thought as to how the end result will be formed, but more thought goes into how much the object is loved. If that be the case, just imagine how much thought goes into the love extended our way each and every day by a loving and gracious Creator!

You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. (Psalm 139:13-16 NLT)

If you have ever complained about the complexity of your life, you might want to think again - the very nature of that complexity bespeaks a Creator and that Creator formed you in love. You and I were 'knit together' - not by accident - by purposeful and intent creative power. Even in the creation process, God took such good care to form us - long before we were known to man, we were the object of his great care. From the beginning of our time, and even before it really, God had a plan for our lives - a plan unique to each of us.

Man might try to construct a life - directing the studies one will pursue and even the skills we will acquire. Yet, the very essence of who and what we are goes much deeper than any course of study or acquired skill - it goes to the essence of who we are created to be - the workmanship of the Great Creator. As such, God makes no accidents. We are his craftsmanship - as such, we are unique. A craftsman makes no two alike - he creates each with a unique flare - similar though we may be, each of us is somehow expressive of the uniqueness of God's character in somewhat of a different manner.

We aren't called to all be the same - we are called to be what we were created to be. While it is good to have common interests and goals, we don't all have the same way of seeing things, of interpreting life. We might all have brain matter, but it processes at different speeds, some of us using more of our life hemisphere and other our right. The left may make our thoughts more logical and linear, but the right may make them more colorful and holistic. One without the other leaves us 'bent' on seeing the world only as our thoughts can interpret it. 

Why did God make some to be more right-sided thinkers and others more left-sided thinkers? Maybe it was so we'd come to see what others see - and take that interpretation of life not so much as 'uniquely theirs' as it could be uniquely God's! Maybe he gave us such span of thought so we'd share about him - how he has created us and how his unique character is expressed in each of us. If that be so, then we'd do well to consider the work of creation he has done, respecting it and upholding the beauty of all of it! Just sayin!

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