He peered over the rims of his glasses. It was an action unbecoming of his age as his raspy voice and mannerisms had me swear he was an old man in a little boy’s body. Then in an Irish whisper that could rival my grandmother’s he said, “I’ll tell you after Mass.” The smile unfolded upwards and met the twinkle in his eyes. He was flirting over the pew. His comment was laced with innocence and wonder. He awaited with baited breathe as the seven year old girl finally smiled her affirmation. It’s one of the many reasons why I love working with seven year olds: they wonder.
So often we are on the five year road map or climbing the proverbial ladder that we miss out on wonder. We miss the gift of today. Wonder illuminated our childhood like the fireflies that lit a summer night. In the midst of darkness, there was an unpredictable predictable spark. And yet, aren’t we called to still wonder? Aren’t we called with child like trust to see the hand of God in all circumstances? Aren’t we called to reverence with a spirit of aw and wonder?
We can sit in darkness and wonder when or how is God going to answer our prayers. We can sit in silence or anger or frustration wanting, hoping, waiting for the seemingly unfulfilled promises of the Lord. Maybe life’s been unfair. Maybe circumstances have happened that have you questioning the light. Darkness has become so familiar that you wonder if you should even wonder if there’s a breakthrough coming. Maybe God’s gifts are currently coming through trial. Don’t despair. The God who created you and loves you and holds you in existence longs to whisper His plans of goodness to you. He desires for your heart to be made anew and to light your path, even if it’s just one step at a time.
So often we think of wonder as anxious worrying, wondering what if it doesn’t work. Sometimes it’s easier to just put up another life plan for submission and to hop on the road with narrow vision and seemingly little road blocks because at least it affords us the feeling of control. But when compared with the unpredictable unfolding of God’s generous Providence, it pales in comparison. Intellectually it is one thing. To live this reality is another. It might be scary to wonder but it’s equally exciting. Let us let go of our tightly clinched fists and our plans and our ways and let us wonder with childlike trust.
I dare you to wonder.
Verso l’alto,
K. Grace
You are not alone
Are these just some words that I say aloud?
Is this just the sun breaking through the clouds?
Oh, I know it's more and I know somehow that
Heaven is breaking through
Is this just the sun breaking through the clouds?
Oh, I know it's more and I know somehow that
Heaven is breaking through
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Like a diamond in the sky
How I wonder
How I wonder
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