I’m a maker. I like to make things. I got it from my dad. See me: see my dad.

What do I like to make? A melody. A meal. A sentence. A carefully conveyed idea. An article-illustrating image. A tub of remineralizing toothpaste. A garden.

My dad likes to make things.

Our house is beautified by creations that have my dad’s fingerprints on them. A playhouse/shed combo built from the ground up. A remodeled kitchen, bathroom and children’s bedrooms. A garden. I’m continually amazed by my dad’s ability to create. He blesses us with what he can build and fix.

I needed him recently when I had an idea for how to optimize our overflowing spice cabinet that hides what I need and rains spice bottles down on me when I stand on tiptoe and push them around in my search. Yeah, not fun.

I told my mom I hate her spice cabinet after it rained on me again and she said, “My birthday is coming up.” I said I’d take care of it.

But after I came up with an idea I realized I needed my dad’s help. Amazon wasn’t going to cut it, and neither were my nonexistent building skills.

An air vent goes through the small cabinet, making it an irregular shape. My dad built a custom shelf that fits around the air vent. He made it out of two bamboo cutting boards — so it would look nicer than if he’d used plywood. How clever. How creative. And now it doesn’t rain spice containers on me anymore. How nice.

My parents and I agreed we were very pleased with how it turned out. So much, in fact, that for the first few days we kept the cabinet doors open. That way we could enjoy looking at the order from chaos my dad had created through his handiwork.

It’s like what God did at the end of a creation day. “And God saw that it was good.” Just as we did.

The first three days God created space for inhabitants through acts of separation. And the second three days God filled the spaces with inhabitants. Before the first day the world was formless and void, wild and waste. Not a good place to live and with no one living in it. But God created order from chaos.

And then on the seventh day he rested. Not as in he was tired. As in he stopped working and enjoyed what it had all been for. His work had been to make a place where people made in His image could live and He could meet with us and reveal Himself to us. For this purpose He even made a garden.

In the creation story we meet a loving creator God who creates a beautiful world with a beautiful purpose in mind. And we meet humans, made to look like God and to reveal Him to the world.

I am a maker. I like to make things. I got it from my Father. See me: see my Father.

Aliya Kuykendall is a staff writer and proofreader for The Stream. You can follow Aliya on Twitter @AliyaKuykendall and follow The Stream @Streamdotorg.