Just Imagine

(Based on a Shmuz by Rabbi Shafier of TheShmuz.com and Tiferes Bnei Torah)
Close your eyes for just a moment. Picture nothing. Blackness. Grey. Empty. Nothing.
Now, imagine a beach.... clear, blue, crystal shining water... a green palm tree in the brightest share... a vast, expansive blue sky... a beaming sun warming your skin...
Hold that image in your head. Don't let it go.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
Now. BAM!
The realities of life come crashing down, all the responsibilities, the hectic schedules and overwhelming duties to yourself and to others. You're rushing around trying to fulfill all of life's demands and that pretty picture just fades away... a faint memory slowly being crushed by the billions of other things that come to occupy its now missing place. Suddenly, that bliss is gone, only to return when you have a moment to stop and conjure it up again. It only exists because you were able to create it, imagine it, design it in your mind. You willed it into being. It was real, SO real, but only to you, and only for the moments that you could keep it real in your mind...
And that is the distinct difference between us, mere humans, and G-d, the All-Powerful, CONSTANT Creator of this incredibly detailed and complex world.
HaKadosh Baruch Hu doesn't need to sit at His desk with His head between His hands to imagine his world, to will it into existence. It exists solely because G-d is constantly renewing it. Humans need to stop to create. G-d is always creating. Every second that you move, that you breathe, that you are ALIVE, is because G-d decided it should be, so it was, is, and will be for as long as He so desires.
Nothing gets in His way. An earthquake might delay a human being from fulfilling his plans, but that very earthquake FULFILLS G-d's plans. It WAS His plan.
Every detail, every minuscule, almost insignificant facet of this world, that without the world wouldn't run properly is constantly being willed to be by G-d.
Imagine if one muscle in your body stopped working. What if one vein just decided it was tired and stopped? What if the trees didn't take in carbon monoxide and release oxygen?
Seemingly small details come together to form a larger, gradner picture, entirely painted by HaKadosh Baruch Hu.
Don't you feel comfortable knowing that that Master Artist is continuously creating his creations and renewing them each day?