The sound of brush strokes pierced my ears as I peeked through the crack in the door. God was working on another one of his masterpieces. The first was a the skies with stars on them, the other was a collection of landscapes and animals. This new one was different, I could tell He was very concentrated on it.

My excitement got to me, and I couldn't help but creep closer to the door to see better. The crack enlarged and the old wooden panels squeaked against each other. I tumbled down on the floor in front of Him and He turned around, a huge smile stretched on His face.

"Child, what are you doing?" My excitement amused Him.

I brushed the dust off my white dress as I stood up and glanced at the unfinished painting. Truth be told, I was not sure why I was so captivated by the artwork. It was beautiful and sad at the same time. God was drawing someone, I couldn't tell who it was yet. It was someone who looked a lot like God, but still there was something greatly different about it. The thing was stepping out of darkness into the light, but God had not yet finished drawing all the light in the picture. The darkness and light were both neutral to the thing. The only thing which was in action was the thing itself, it was holding onto the darkness with one hand and reaching for the light with another.

"What does this mean?" I asked God, my small fingers stroked the half dried canvas.

God stopped my hand before I could get my hands dirty and mess up his work, "why that's a man."

"Why does man look like you?" I asked as I watched God wipe some of the paint off the one finger I managed to dirty with his white apparel.

God thought for a moment, "I suppose it is because I made him that way."

"Why'd you make him that way?" I asked, my curious mind never failed.

God laughed, I always amused Him with my curiosity, "well, this man is very special to me. In fact, they all are. He's just a part of something I am working on."

"What are you working on!?" I asked, almost skipping up and down. I knew God was always busy with something, but aside from our daily walks in the garden and conversations in the library, we never really talked about the world under ours.

"You wanna see don't you?" God smiled, walking away from me and pulling down a curtain which revealed a stack of paintings. The figures on them were just like the man God was drawing, some of the men had longer hair and looked different. God called them women. Each painting was different. Some were completely in the light with only one foot stepping into the darkness, others were completely submerged in the darkness and were far away from the light. Some were just like the man God was drawing, they were half in the dark and half in the light.

God walked up to me, crossing His arms in front of His chest, "what do you think?"

"They're great! I wish I could draw like you..." I smiled, imagining myself among these men. A horrible thought crept through my mind, I'd have to be in these pictures too at some point, I'd have to be holding onto either the light or the dark or perhaps both.

God looked down at me with a smile, "ah so you want to be an artist."

"What's an artist?" I asked, raising my small eyebrows.

God knelt down to my level, "an artist is like a story teller, an artist draws thoughts, tells truth through art, an artist is creative and imaginative. Why, an artist can change the world."

I looked back at the finished paintings, "are you an artist God?"

"I am many things, but yes, an artist is one if you see it that way," He stood up and admired His paintings, but there was a hint of sadness in His eyes.

Noticing a blank canvas on the ground, I picked it up and gave it to Him, "who is this going to be?"

He smiled at me, distracting Himself from the multiple stacks of paintings. God picked up the blank canvas and looked it over, "this is going to be you child, when your time comes to journey."

A/N: So this was kind of short, but I was reading this book called "It's Not What You Think" by Jefferson Bethke. A lot of Christians love the book and a lot of Christians dislike it. I would suggest it to whoever is having a hard time or an existential crisis. We all question things sometimes, and its okay to question, because then we find answers. It's an interesting book. I can't say I agree with 100% of it, but it has a lot of good points! I hope everyone is having a good week so far, Friday is just around the corner! Honestly, if anyone wants to talk about God or overall encouragement, I am always open and happy to talk about that!  Above is my favorite painting "Starry Night" by Vincent van Gogh, a beautiful painter with a broken heart.

A little about this short story: All you need to know is God is talking to a child, the rest is left to your interpretation.