Sometimes it’s a “machine” or “fort” — read, “pile” — of couch cushions. Other times, he means castles and cranes and cages of the Duplo blocks in his room. But we seem to be building all day long around here.
Me, I don’t always want to build, and when I’m in the mood for it, I can get frustrated with the small hands constantly unbuilding the masterpieces I plan for them. Still, I love to see imaginations take flight, love to see how the small hands get better and better at snapping the bricks together, making sound structures.
These boys descend from generations of men who know how to make things: we have a new back deck and several items of furniture as testament to that, and though my boys have a set of wooden tools, they’d far rather be playing with the real ones in the shed.
But it’s more than that. At creation’s dawning, when the new-made land sprouted with plants and the earth began to teem with swarms of living creatures, the God who’d spoken all of it said, “Let us make man in our image,” and formed humanity from the dust of the ground, makers and builders who would aspire to touch heaven itself with their creations.
We scorned and marred His image in us, yet still He builds, working out His promise to make us — and all things — new. How often am I like my boys, trying to tear off the good work He is doing in me, complaining that my plan is the better plan.
Praise the LORD: He who began the good work here will bring it to completion, even in spite of me.
Linking up with the Five Minute Friday community to write on today’s prompt, build.
©️2019 by Stacy Crouch