By: Laura Lee Cochran 2024
There, in heaven above, stands The Heavenly Creative Library. Full of every art piece, every writing, every song and idea that has ever been created in the name of the Lord.
A beautiful sight it is, to behold endless creations to discover for all of eternity. Beautiful paintings that were seen by millions, and stories that were only between God and artist. What an honor to step in through its doors!
Often you will find wanders who were not so passionate about creating, but thoroughly enjoyed basking in the beauty art entails. They spend centuries seeing God from creation’s eyes. Beaming at the sculptures, singing simple melodies, and gazing at long forgotten paintings.
You might also find artists searching down the aisles in hopes of finding their name sketched in gold with Soli Deo Gloria written above. They will marvel at the creativity from their youth to their death. Remembering the inspiration that forged it, and the love put into it.
Father, Spirit, and Son visit quite frequent as well. Joy filled in their creations’ creativity. Often with a smile on their face, and perhaps a tear to their eye, they glide down aisles, their fingers hitting each book, as they marvel at the beauty and light that came from absence. What an honor, they think, to see their children creating in their image.
Though, my personal favorite is when Father finds an artist by their life’s work. He will often come by and simply say,
“My child, you have done well.”
The artist will humbly respond, “It was unto you.”
Father will beam, “So your heart so says. I am well pleased with you.”
The artist will blush, “Oh but father, thank you for granting me such talent. It was an honor!”
And Father will finally say, “And you stewarded it well.”
Father will then again join Spirit and Son, continuing to talk to other artists and admiring the works one, ten, a million times for all of eternity.
That is why I am most excited when my time comes, for I can visit The Heavenly Creative Library. To see my life’s work within an aisle because of the eternal significance it held and the truth it spoke. To see my name etched in gold, and to meet Father there holding my art. To see a smile, perhaps a tear, or maybe even a gleam in his eye. But most importantly, to see the pride he holds in his heart towards me.
I just know he will look at my work, lay his hand gently on my shoulder with love in his stance and say, “My, I am well pleased in the beauty you created for my name sake. Thank you my dear.”
To which I will respond, “It was a pleasure, Father. For it was what I was made to do.”
And then we will stand, in the Heavenly Creative Library, together for who knows how long, with thankfulness in our hearts, and countless workings of beauty to behold with one another.