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colors in creation

Sitting at the kitchen table paying bills, I observed the birds doing their bomb runs around the porch and ramp. (You know, when the birds take off, swoop toward another of their species, then double back.) One of the birds I had never noticed before. From the front it looked a little like the barn swallows that make such a mess on our back porch, but from the side its back was covered in little white dots, much like a fawn. I love it when I find repetition in God's creation. It's as if God is saying, "Yep, I really, REALLY like this pattern so I'll use it again." I know that's probably sacrilegious, but I do think we get our creative juices from God. It makes sense that we would repetitively use patterns we like if our Creator does the same thing. And flying in and out of the wind currents were two of the prettiest blue birds I think I've ever seen. From the green of the grass and the different hued trees, the pale white clouds, the light brown deer, the variations of birds and my dogs with dark spots, Creation has quite the color palette.
Which leads me to another crazy train of thought: is our desire to replicate the beautiful colors around us a desire to be as God (like Lucifer), or is it simply the sincerest form of praise like a child trying to emulate his parent? Personally, I lean toward the latter, as there's nothing more pleasant than seeing beauty, whether it be of God's direct touch or his indirect design via us.

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