Sometimes when I think of Jesus as my Creator, it feels vague, probably because I’ve never seen someone creating a person. Let’s try some new images. How about saying Jesus authored you, choosing each word thoughtfully, moving your story along in a way that would cause people to hold their breath and then weep with joy? What if we said He composed you? Can you picture Him imagining the way you’d play out, sometimes lovely, sometimes dissonant and then swelling and moving the universe around you? What if Jesus painted you, choosing just the colors your part of the world needs now? What if He selected a method of applying the paint that was specific to you? He could choose dramatic texture from a knife or blend the softest hues with a brush. All the while, His choices guided by His determination that you would dazzle and uplift the ones around you.
If pages were torn from a book or lost from a composition or a painting ruined, human creatives couldn’t always remake what they’d once made. But our Maker is not simply a human creative. He is also God, the Creator. So no part of us is truly lost, because who we are began in God as an idea and is still safely inside Him. He remembers how to re-member you. When He thinks back to knitting you together in the womb, it’s not fuzzy with the passage of time. So when life stretches you and big holes appear, He knows how to knit you back together. Mending, regenerating…these are alternative words for redemption.
Regeneration is slow work, God rebuilding us, but it does happen, and while the process is slow, He will finish it. When we cry because we need healing, those tears become prayers and God will show up. At first, He may just stop the bleeding, but eventually, He will restore the whole arm.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!
Your Creator is not a man or a woman who forgets – to whom inspiration comes and goes. He is Jesus Christ and He remembers you.