He creates a stage.
He creates light (before the sun begins to exist, mind you).
Separates water from land and makes the land heave into green.
He turns His attention to the sky where He sprinkles strong and weaker points of light, like it's nothing to cast a sun into sky. As easy as putting away the dishes.
He spreads His attention out to the heights and the depths- the deep waters and deep skies suddenly redolent with life.
Closing in from the outskirts, He lets things that walk on land abound.
And closing in even more, He makes one He patterns after Himself. Later He will make another.
There is so much order in how God does things. Peace and control and wild creativity, all under the sway of profound order. He lets me spy on what creation on His terms looked like because He knows it will incite interest in my disarrayed soul. I want to look at my life that He is creating each day- adding new things, conquering more and more darkness with the addition of light- and see it as ordered and under control.
I want to have a clear headed moment where I remember that God does not sit there with a hopeless, blank stare on his face when He looks at my life or the injustices of this world. The blank stare and the sense of incurable inadequacy are all mine, not His.
If I know He's conducting this symphony we all woke up in with His characteristic order and peace, then there is nothing left to do but to breathe and follow. Keep up with the music and the prompting. Follow along with this song that sings to the world of abject love and salvation. Simply play when my turn comes with whatever instrument He has placed in my hand.
Scary, awful things happen to all of us. If we aren't careful we will start to believe that this life is just a roller coaster nightmare car that we are thinly strapped into and mercilessly intimidated by. But I remembered that I have a Driver for this clunky jalopy and I look over at Him for hope. He lacks the sallow panic I am fighting back. He is relaxed and collected and has not changed since the beginning. And no wonder- looking at Him changes the experience. I suddenly feel like I'm slowly driving to the store with my over-cautious grandma in her huge Volvo. I ask Him why the speed, why the hurry, why the perceived threat and He answers back that He's actually quite confident that the car is not careening out of control at all. He answers back very simply that He loves me. How could I not be satisfied with that? How could I not see the art?
Our God who is governing us is known for both drama and peace, ravaging beauty and meaningful hardship. For precise choreography and scrupulous organization. Most of all He is known for victorious endings. All He does is fantastically original- we never know what will happen in the story! But we can be excited that His faithful motif of peace and order override it all.