“By and large, our world has lost its sense of wonder. We have grown up. We no longer catch our breath at the sight of a rainbow or the scent of a rose, as we once did. We have grown bigger and everything else smaller, less impressive. We get blasé and worldly-wise and sophisticated. We no longer run our fingers through water, no longer shout at the stars or make faces at the moon. Water is H20, the stars have been classified, and the moon is not made of green cheese. Thanks to satellite TV and jet planes, we can visit places once accessible only to a Columbus, a Balboa, and other daring explorers.My life has been so hectic and stressful the past few weeks that I haven’t been blogging much. It seems it takes all of my energy these days to get the simplest of tasks done, and so I am behind, way behind, on many things. As a result my blogs have suffered, but I’m glad to be back today with a gratitude post. My life may seem to be a jumbled mess right now, but there is always time to pause and give thanks for the multitude of gifts that God bestows. I never want to lose my sense of wonder.
There was a time in the not too distant past when a thunderstorm caused grown men to shudder and feel small. But God is being edged out of His world by science. The more we know about meteorology, the less inclined we are to pray during a thunderstorm. . .
We get so preoccupied with ourselves, the words we speak, the plans and projects we conceive, that we become immune to the glory of creation. We barely notice the cloud passing over the moon or the dewdrops clinging to the rose petals. The ice on the pond comes and goes. The wild blackberries ripen and wither. The blackbird nests outside our bedroom window, but we don’t see her. We avoid the cold and the heat. We refrigerate ourselves in summer and entomb ourselves in plastic in winter. We rake up every leaf as fast as it falls. We are so accustomed to buying prepackaged meats and fish and fowl in supermarkets, we never think and blink about the bounty of God’s creation. We grow complacent and lead practical lives. We miss the experience of awe, reverence, and wonder.
Our world is saturated with grace, and the lurking presence of God is revealed not only in spirit but in matter—in a deer leaping across a meadow, in the flight of an eagle, in fire and water, in a rainbow after a summer storm, in a gentle doe streaking through a forest, in Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, in a child licking a chocolate ice cream cone, in a woman with windblown hair. God intended for us to discover His loving presence in the world around us.”
~Brennan Manning (The Ragamuffin Gospel)
446. a bit cooler temperatures
447. the sound of the high school marching band practicing in the morning
448. enrollment is over and work should become a little less hectic
449. the opportunity to bring some measure of support and comfort to my parents
450. a sister who is willing to drive 3 ½ hours to help out with mom and dad
451. a brother who is willing to fly in from 1000 miles away should we need him
452. the starting of my photography class although I think it will be just a review of what I have already taught myself
453. a husband who greets me at the door with a hug
454. a puppy dog who recognizes my anguish and snuggles up close
455. tears that release my knot tied emotions
456. a new café that serves down home southern cookin’
457. orange sherbet
458. sleeping in
459. a co-worker whose tears match mine when she hears my story
460. helping a homesick Bangladeshi student
461. prayers that are unspeakable but that God still hears
462. realizing how hard I’ve tried to be perfect and knowing it will never be so this side of heaven
463. God’s love and compassion for the ragamuffins
464. the perfect love that casts out fear
465. the moon that reflects the sun’s light. Do I reflect the Son’s light?
A blessing captured . . . the crescent moon