Beauty of Creation

I just arrived in San Diego, California yesterday and I’ve been here many times before throughout my life so nothing should have been that surprising to me. However, as we entered the cooler weather (much cooler than the arid and burning temperatures of Arizona) I began to notice a difference. In actuality the difference began on the drive over. I was struck by the rock formations between Yuma and San Diego, finding myself reflecting on how much fun God must have had as he created each creative crevice and swirl in each rock. His delight at the outcome of each mountain – the same delight I felt every time I finish a painting or drawing. I connected my excitement to the excitement He must have felt (only much greater) after creating man – seeing his creation and going.. “wow.. that is so cool! We’re going to have so much fun! And then his sadness when man turned his back and said “no thanks” to God’s marvelous invitation. The same excitement that a boy has when he sees the potential for the fun he and his new puppy will have, as the puppy jumps all over and gleefully licks his face.
All in all, seeing the mountains gave me a small view of God’s love for us. If I care enough about a stupid little canvas to make it into a painting, and spend a large amount of time and effort to turn it into something beautiful. How much must He care to have created us? How much pain would I feel if that painting suddenly turned its back on me and slapped me? After all the care and time I had put into it?  He must have cared so much to put in the time and suffering to create and love us when he knew the whole time we were going to turn our backs on Him.  What love.