Seeing God in Fanciful Creatures and Made-Up Worlds

“Dad, do you know why I love to sing and dance?”

“Why?”

“Because I was born to sing and dance!”

She smiled proudly and, without a word, went back to eating her cereal. I smiled, too, as I looked with love at my daughter, the artist.

She’s grown up a bit since then. This year she turned 13. She still sings and dances through most days, but now she also draw…