Thought precedes action.
Always.
We may not be aware of the processes that coordinate behind the scenes to fuel our accomplishments, but they are there. Existing and simmering to bring about the plans of our heart … to walk the dreams of our creative impulse.
Thoughts are the stuff of creation. Without them, our lives walk accidental, void of purpose, and full of happenstance. And if that’s the case, if life is but an inadvertent pause birthed through inconsequential measure, then God is no longer needed. Rather, he is relegated to the role of an occasional participant in the Creation story when we need the story to make sense. When our thoughts force us to fill in the blanks of our beginning with some semblance of reason.
How callous we’ve become in our approach to our Genesis—to the whispers of all things Edenic that breathe a story much bigger than the one to which we’ve grown accustomed.
Six days of creative impulse and then a seventh to sit back and to reflect.
Doesn’t quite do the process justice, does it? We think it does. We’ve perfected our telling of said process, and on most days, I am quite content with a faith that walks so simply. But in doing so, in accepting the “flannel graph” version of Creation as presented to me in my youth, I miss the depth and the breadth of a beautiful pondering.
I miss God’s thoughts in the process, and to miss God’s thoughts in any process is to neglect one of his most sacred gifts to us as his children—
to think with the mind of Christ (1 Corinthians 2:9-16).
Thus, rather than sitting on the backside of Creation’s completion … rather than pulling up a chair on a seventh day to sit and ponder the fruition of a week’s hard labor … I carry my chair to the front side of our beginnings. To the moments that gathered and filled and served as the prelude to our Genesis.
They are there, not figments of a wild maybe, but real moments that are yet to be recorded by man’s pen but that are fully scripted in the annals of heaven. Our God is eternal, and with Him is our beginning, our end, and our every breath in between. Accordingly, as the pages of our Genesis unfold, we find Him already present.
Waiting. Hovering. Contemplating the dark and the deep, the formless and the void, knowing that out of his cauldron of wet, he would pour forth and plant the fruition of his thoughts.
Somewhere between seemingly nothing and everything, God lingered with his thoughts and with the endless possibilities that were his to write. To create and to birth. To fashion and to form. To measure and to mold. To perceive and then to paint.
See God there, staring into the face of the deep and monitoring the reflection of his thoughts as they gaze back at him. Pause and consider the moment. Linger long enough and full enough to grasp, at least in part, the magnitude of your beginnings.
There, amidst the ripples of blue skies and earth’s grass, stars and galaxies, flamingos and bluebirds, peach trees and rose bushes, amidst the swirls and inklings of all manner of species, comes another ripple. Your ripple. Your face, presenting itself as a possibility on the canvas of God’s forever. Your life reflecting back into the face of your Creator.
Imagine that moment, and if you’re still standing, find your knees and your gratitude for the truth of such a beholding. Long before you imagined your Father, he imagined you and lovingly decided that, indeed, you would play an important role in his creation. That you would bare his likeness and that his “goodness” would be declared over you, even though he knew you would be prone to declaring otherwise.
Your created life didn’t begin inadvertently. It began with the thoughts of God, long ago and far way in a distant dark and wet that hosted his hovering and that boasted his canvas. You aren’t his accidental impulse. You are his intentional pause—his deliberate holding until such a time as this when your seed of his Genesis’ prelude has finally bloomed into the living witness of his creative genius.
That, my friends, is what pulling up your chair to the front side of creation will get you. A truth that exceeds your sixth day arrival. And while some would argue that God worked up to our creation—that somehow after five days of a busy work week he finally yielded his best—I would say that his best was birthed long before that sixth day ever arrived. Why?
Because thought precedes action.
Always.
In our minds and in God’s. And since his mind exceeds ours and his actions all the more, our faith should grow in the belief that we are and have always been seeded with his eternity. Indeed, it is a story that is much bigger than our occasional flannel graphs and our reasoned grasp. May God grant us the wisdom and the willingness to walk its depth and to speak its grace with the whispers of the Genesis prelude pulsing in our hearts as we go. Thus, I pray…
Thank you, Father, for thinking up me. For pausing long enough to count my ripple worthy of your kingdom canvas. I cannot fathom such grace, such favor on my behalf; nonetheless, you’ve allowed my voice a melody or two alongside yours, and I am undone with the gift. Thank you for the blood of your Son that counts me worthy of any measure of kingdom influence. You, alone, harbor the seeds of my beginning and the punctuation of my end. You’ve seen it all; you know it all, from the prelude of Genesis until now, throughout forever. May I always harbor the certain and secure faith that comes from such a sacred knowing. Amen.
Copyright © January 2009 – Elaine Olsen
PS: This article recently appeared in the March Issue of “Exemplify” (an on-line ezine). To download the June issue and read other back issues, click here.
Beautiful thoughts, Elaine! I needed these today!
Wow, Elaine. Us as a ripple. Beautiful imagery, and what an anointed piece. Thank you.
Elaine,
I love this post. What a great article to have published with Exemplify.
Thought precedes action. Always!
Always is right! We were greatly thought about by God before action ever took place. This was awesome!
Christy
I enjoyed this in the Exemplify on-line magazine back in March. This morning our Sunday school class did a "review" of Genesis 1, 2 & 3. GOOD STUFF!
Lovingly, Yolanda
I love meditating on the fact that God knew me completely, yet planned and created me anyway. Now, that is love!! Wonderful, beautiful, unconditional love.
Leah
How amazing that God thought about us before he created us — I hadn't thought about it before like that. What good food for thought, Elaine!
Elaine-I will be back. Posted a prayer request on my blog if you would please pray for my friend. Thank you.
his Maidservant~Pamela
Beutiful.
not figments of a wild I copied this prase because I wanted to tell you how much I love when you take a word and bring it to life with this twist. You do that quite often and I love that style.
Ah yes … counting the cost. The pondering & weighing, measuring. How tempting it is to simply rush headlong into this or that. Or, worse, to sit in fearful immobility.
The other thought I had as I was reading this is how "intentional" is the THINK. We are not, and cannot be victims when we take responsibility for our choices … those selections made from our thinking.
What a well-crafted wisdom, my friend.
Be blessed,
Kathleen
I'm simply in awe in front of my God who is the almighty creator. Praise YOU God for all that You are. I am unable to comprehend it Father God, but with You as my guide I am right with You. Praise and glory to Your name, amen.
Hey Mrs. Elaine,
This is comforting to think that God is that BIG to be in control over creation of everything, and us for such a time as this…
katiegfromtennessee
Elaine,
This post contains truth that changes hearts and lives!
Thank you for blessing us with these precious reminders of just how precious God thinks we are!
Blessings,
pat
"Your face, presenting itself as a possibility on the canvas of God’s forever." It's times like these when I read your words I stand in awe of the gift of writing God has given you. So easily I can covet your deep well of glorious worship to Him through your words. My blog posts a pathetic fingerpainting next to your Sistine Chapel. Thank you friend for this. And can I be the first to tell you that I will gladly fly out and volunteer at your book table one day?
…on another note. I was just reading in one of my books today (Know Why You Believe, by Paul Little) about the big bang theory and all other not so God-fearing scientific thoughts on the beginning of creation. I came accross this quote and I just have to share. I know it's a bit off topic, but I feel led to share it with you Elaine. You are one who may appreciate it.
Agnostic scientist, Dr. Robert Jastrow was very clear in his belief of the astronomical evidence of the biblical view of the origin of the world. He made this statement. "For the scientist who has lived by his faith and the power of reason, the story ends like a bad dream. He has scaled the mountains of ignorance, he is about to scale the highest peak; as he pulls himself over the final rock he is greeted by a band of theologians who have been sitting there for centuries."
Hello, Dear Cousin!!
Thanks for the heads up on your Blog this week! I loved it! I have been more than swamped at work, as the ppl that were laid off (and left for pregnancies, etc) will not be replaced…at least I've more job security! haha. I wish you, and every1 reading this, a blessed week ahead!!
hugs,
clk
Now this can melt a girls heart…the depth of His commitment, love, grace and invovlement…Father I stand in awe of You!
Elaine, this is so beautiful! Such thoughts could not have been said better.
My heart melted as I read these powerful words of God's forethoughts.
You always make me think deeper. I love that challenge. I so want to grow in God's amazing love and purpose.
Blessings to you, dear friend.
In His Love,
Andrea
Oh, what rich words, pregnant with truth. How true that we don't consider creation from the beginning – how different the view from hindsight.
Loved this. Love you – sorry I've been away for the last few days.
Melinda
Much to ponder here Elaine. So glad for the time to reflect and visit your blog today – I'm being so refreshed – almost…almost…like sitting down with you as I hear your heart.
I loved this line, "You aren’t his accidental impulse. You are his intentional pause—his deliberate holding until such a time as this when your seed of his Genesis’ prelude has finally bloomed into the living witness of his creative genius." WOW!!!
I'm resting in the thought of being His "intentional pause" today.
Hugs,
Joy