In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was moving over the surface of the waters. Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light day, and the darkness He called night. And there was evening and there was morning, one day. ~Genesis 1:1-5 (NASB)
I find it easier to write about something by visualizing it in my mind. To do this, I must allow the words to wash over me. I must ask questions, inquiring of the text.
What exactly was beginning?
Where is the deep, and what does it look like?
What does God’s Spirit look like as He hovers there?
What was He thinking while He waited there? Or was He singing?
What did it feel like? Was it cold or hot?
Did God’s Spirit hover in silence, or did the atmosphere ring with a cacophony of sound?
As I wonder, my mind fills with beautiful imagery and rich sounds. I am compelled to know, and yet consumed by the absolute mystery of it all.