A while back I read Tosca Lee’s Demon: A Memoir, which is written from the perspective of a fallen angel and his jealousy over God’s love for us.
It’s actually a great book and one of the things I took away from her descriptions was about how God first formed us out of mud and gave us breath. I had heard this, knew this, forever, of course. We know how God created us, but in the telling of her story she gave me a description that really resonated with me.
I think this is how it is sometimes with God. We can hear a story over and over and one day it all seems new to us. He speaks to us through someone’s writing or a song, and the story we’ve heard again and again touches us in a completely different way. (I got this same feeling when I heard Morning Has Broken by Third Day.)
In Tosca Lee’s book, she talks about the relationship between the angels and God, and how the fallen angels couldn’t believe God was devoting such time and love to us “mud people.” And when she describes how he breathed His own breath into Adam’s lungs to give him life, it is written so beautifully that it enhances this verse all the more:
The Spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty gives me life.
~Job 33:4 ESV