On the way to a routine doctor’s appointment, I called my mom to check in with her. She was filled with excitement as she spoke of her time with Jesus in Bible study that morning. I wish I could have recorded her detailed thoughts as she spoke of familiar scripture that went from ordinary to extraordinary. We’ve all had those aha moments of connection and a new purpose within the familiar.

It’s a sacred place.

I’m readying a book on creativity and knowing our Creator as first and foremost as a creator who finds joy and purpose in creativity. As my mother spoke of all the things spoke into creation by God, I had a connection to my current reading.

“Oh, but, God created man with something–the only thing created from something by God.”

Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being. Genesis 2:7

Since the beginning of mankind, we have been filled with the very breath of God–LIFE!

We are different from animals and plants, because we have within us a longing for things beyond this world. As I breath in and out, I am praising my Creator, and I am longing for Him.

I feel within me that future life.  I shall most certainly rise toward the heavens. The nearer my approach to the end, the plainer is the sound of immortal symphonies of worlds which invite me. For half a century I have been translating my thoughts into prose and verse: history, philosophy, drama, romance, tradition, satire, ode, and song; all of these I have tried. But I feel I haven’t given utterance to the thousandth part of what lies within me. When I go to the grave I can say, as others have said, “My day’s work is done.” But I cannot say, “My life is done.” My work will recommence the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley; it is a thoroughfare. It closes upon the twilight, but opens upon the dawn.

Victor Hugo