In my quest to make a doll, using paper clay to cover her head, my creation by God has come to mind. The Heavenly Father must have really been ready for His day of rest. Can we imagine what went into the creation of this beautiful planet? We look at the lush green trees and valleys and compare them to the dry, barren desert in wonder. Why weren't both made perfectly beautiful and productive? Why weren't all animals made with the grace and agility of the tiger? The Lord was pleased with all his creations and said of each that it was good.
After the creation of the earth, animals, fowls of the air, and fish of the sea, came the desire of God to make man after his own image, and on the sixth day Adam was formed and made caretaker of all the earth. Now where, in this space of time, did God plan the rest of us? He had a heap of clay to shape us from and a time for us, from the first to the last. Can we imagine the decisions He made? After all those beautiful human beings were made, there must have been a pile of leftover clay. Maybe one had something some other person needed.
For instance, when the good Lord came to my blueprint, it must have been smudged a bit. For here He took a little pinch off the nose of one of those girls who would someday be entering a beauty contest, and not wanting to be wasteful, He placed it on my nose, even though it was a little too much. Over to one side was the material to make teeth, and after mine were in place, He put in a couple of extras; I'd never know they were there until they pushed another one out of place and I became vain enough to want it straightened. It didn't matter if my skin was sensitive and reddened in the sun; another girl needed the beautiful complexion so people could "come closer". And there was a vertebrate in the pile of extras; guess who got it!
But alas! I cannot be bitter because I got a little extra of some things and not enough of others. The psalmist David expressed how I feel about my creation:
"I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in they books all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them." Psalms 139:14-16