“When I think of the incredible, incomprehensible sweep of creation above me, I have a strange reaction…”

“When I think of the incredible, incomprehensible sweep of creation above me, I have a strange reaction of feeling fully alive. Rather than feeling lost and unimportant and meaningless, set against galaxies which go beyond the reach of the furthest telescopes, I feel that my life has meaning. Perhaps I should feel insignificant, but instead I feel a soaring in my heart that the God who could create all this - and out of nothing - can still count the hairs of my head.

Our tininess has nothing to do with it. The peculiar idea that bigger is better has been around for at least as long as I have, and it’s always bothered me. There is within it the implication that it is more difficult for God to care about a gnat than about a galaxy. Creation is just as visible in a grain of sand as in a skyful of stars.”

- Madeleine L’Engle, The Irrational Season  

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I started dabbling with paints this past year. Here is one of my first attempts, in process. It was inspired by the sense L’Engle describes above.