I get a weekly devotional "Upwards" drawn from Max Lucado's writings. This one is so beautiful - such a precious picture of our Father - that I thought I would share the joy of it with you. - Valerie
IN THE BEGINNING - - -
by Max Lucado
The Father was dreaming. I could see it in His eyes- the sparkle. It was there again.
“What is it You see, my King?”
He didn’t turn, but kept His gaze fixed on the great emptiness- the massive, boundless, unending space. The more He looked, the more His eyes would dance. I knew He saw something.
I looked in the same direction. I leaned forward and stared intently. All I saw was emptiness. All I ever saw was emptiness.
I hadn’t seen the sphere that He had pulled out of the sky. “Where was that?” I asked as He began molding it in His hands.
“It was there,” He replied, looking outward. I looked and saw nothing. When I turned, He was smiling. He knew a seraph’s vision was too limited.
The same thing happened with the water. “Where did this come from?” I asked, touching the strange substance.
“I saw it, Michael.” He chuckled as He filled an ocean from His palm. “And when I saw it, I made it. I saw it near the stars.”
“The what?”
“The stars.” Out into the void He reached. When He pulled back His hand, He kept it closed as if to entice me to lean forward. I did. And just as my face was near, He opened His hand. A burst of light escaped, and I looked up just in time to see it illuminate His face, too. Once again, He was smiling.
“Watch how they sparkle,” He reveled. And with a flip of His wrist, the palmful of diamonds soared into the blackness until they found their destiny, and there they hung.
“Won’t the children love them?” the Maker said as together we watched the twinkling begin.
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From In the Beginning
Copyright 2006, Max Lucado