Even if God had created us, He would never have admitted it.
George HammondWe were all forged in the crucible.
Gayle FormanTag: strength creation crucible
...to create was a fundament, to appreciate, a supplement. Once created, the creature was separate from the creator, and needed no seconding to fully exist.
Jeanette WintersonTag: art existence creation jeanette-winterson oranges-are-not-the-only-fruit to-create
I'm a peasant
I'm the muzhik
A pest you're destined to play the music
And yes it's pleasant to say it's beauty I'm
Indebted to rest respecting it truly
Tag: art love music poetry beauty peace creativity poem admiration creation lyrics poverty song respect destiny peasant praise songs humble comfort pleasant relaxation relief credit rest songwriting worker low-life response indebted muzhik pest
The Reality of the Creator God of Christianity blatantly reveals itself in His majestic handy-work."
~R. Alan Woods [2013]
Tag: creation creation-of-the-universe r-alan-woods creation-of-god
Until we realize that things might not be, we cannot realize that things are. Until we see the background of darkness, we cannot admire the light as a single and created thing. As soon as we have seen that darkness, all light is lightening, sudden, blinding, and divine. Until we picture nonentity we underrate the victory of God, and can realize none of the trophies of His ancient war. It is one of the million wild jests of truth that we know nothing until we know nothing.
G.K. ChestertonEverything God does has purpose and intention behind that design. It is a master design, and every little thing has its proper place and function.
A.W. TozerTag: purpose god work creation
Speed is not always a constituent to great work, the process of creation should be given time and thought.
E.A. BucchianeriTag: art writing inspiration time work thought creativity creation artists creative-process writing-advice speed arts-and-humanities works creative-people creative-work getting-inspired thinking-things-through
I am a child of the Milky Way. The night is my mother. I am made of the dust of stars. Every atom in my body was forged in a star. When the universe exploded into being, already the bird longed for the wood and the fish for the pool. When the first galaxies fell into luminous clumps, already matter was struggling toward consciousness. The star clouds of Sagittarius are a burning bush. If there is a voice in Sagittarius, I’d be a fool not to listen. If God’s voice in the night is a scrawny cry, then I’ll prick up my ears. If night’s faint lights fail to knock me off my feet, then I’ll sit back on a dark hillside and wait and watch. A hint here and a trait there. Listening and watching. Waiting, always waiting, for the tingle in the spine.
Chet RaymoThe ninth gift is Reverence. May you appreciate the wonder that you are and the miracle of all creation.
Charlene CostanzoTag: inspiration self-worth creation respect reverence blessing character-building
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