Creating. Alive.

Tonight while choreographing, a revelation came to me which I am still trying to fully grasp linguistically. I was thinking how creating makes me feel alive, it makes me come to life. It puts me in touch with everything going on inside of me. God creates. God created. Did he create us, this earth, because it made him come alive? Do we make him feel more alive? I have always gotten chills to think that there are ways that we can minister and touch God's heart. Little us. Sinners. Messed up. Nowhere near the level of our creator. We can touch his heart. We are an expression of God's heart. He created this earth and everything on it out of everything that was in and on his heart. I know that I can learn a lot about an artist by the work they create and the things they express. God's heart is on display all around us, in his art, and by looking at it and experiencing it, we can learn much about the artist. There are a lot of thoughts within this that are intangible for translation into words right now.  The wonderment of his ability as an artist...he could actually make his creation live and breathe. Artists talk about art living and breathing, but when we do we mean it in the sense of how real it "feels" or how powerful the message or effect. It's about how it looks, representation. God literally created art that can live and breathe.  I think it's amazing to think that not only did he create me to meet a need that was on his heart, an idea begging to come out, but I still, as a living art form, can make my creator come to life. I can thrill his heart. And maybe the reason I feel so alive when I am creating is because it was being created that gave me life in the first place.