One of the things I find fascinating is the extreme leisure God displayed in creation. We are the thin layer of dust atop the miles deep layers of rock that is earth’s history. There is something extravagantly unnecessary about giving dinosaurs 180 million years to do their thing, and that rather late in earth’s history. The sheer prodigiousness of species that come into and go out of existence (I think something like 99% of all species that ever lived are now extinct). I find myself wondering what the purpose was and speculating that maybe God is something like a little boy at heart. Why make dinosaurs? Because they are cool. Why keep making them for so long? For the most primal reason in history: “Do it again!”
I suspect God has that response to sunrise each morning too.