I went to a two hour sculpture class once. We chose a small chunk of stone…mine was green and about the size and shape of a Kiwi. The teacher told us to just start carving and let the stone tell us what it wanted to be. I usually start my creative endeavors with a plan…a vision of the end result. Often those endeavors take on lives of their own and the product can end up very different from my original vision, but I almost always have some kind of goal. But this time I just started gently carving without any idea of what I wanted it to be.
I found myself making pointed ridges on one side and I thought. That’s odd, what in the world could those ridges be? I kept working…carving a little off here and there and thinking…this doesn’t look like anything realistic but that’s okay because I am having fun.
The class was wrapping up and time running short when I turned the stone over and was shocked to find that I had carved an alligator! Not the traditional kind of gator, stretched out lengthwise but one curled in toward its tail. It was the most wonderful art experience I ever had because it came from someplace deep inside me that only an action of creating could find.
When those happy “accidents” happen I feel a sweet connection to my Father God, the creator of everything, that reminds me that I am made in his image. Stamped on my heart forever is the word, God’s!
So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them. —Genesis 1:27