It was just glue and paper, the most basic of supplies.
The conversation centered around the personality of their creation,
and that lead them into naming their creation.
It's amaxing to me how a name speaks a life into glue and paper.
Just like a name speaks life into dirt.
The simplest of supplies that the Creator had.
I can just see Him being just as intent
as a little does creating an owl.
I wonder if He has a "creating face." the face that says,
I'm deep in thought here.. maybe his tongue peeks out in concentration..
or He has the angels sing softly...
Creating humans is His job, and He's an expert at creating things He loves.
An then as a token of His love and affection.
He gives you a name.
A name that describes your inner most being.
A name that defines you in his eyes.
A name that gives Him glory.
He calls you "Mine."
"Fear not, for I have called you by name, you are mine."
You are His.
(Yes, even if your name is Purple.)