As March begins, often we hope for a great thaw in our land. Now Georgia certainly doesn't have any icy soil that needs warming, but our yearning for more light and fresh newness to keep us from numbing appears universal.
I have written on this blog for ten years now. From singleness to newlywed to mama of four sickly, but now active, growing boys. It's been a place for me to purge, process, and pray through some of life's biggest changes and challenges.
It's also helped me keep distant family and friends informed, but I've felt for some time it's come to an appropriate place for pause.
I know that I have many more mountains and valleys to travel if the Lord wills it, and many more personal lessons that I'd love to share and reread to my kiddos one day (and if anyone wants to organize and compile this little landscape into a memoir, please be my guest), but I do not ever want to assume a posture of numbness as it relates to our regular routines.
I read a wonderfully inspiring article
here, regarding another woman's fresh wonder and woo over God's word. A book we can become numb to over time because of our easy access to it.
If there are no twists, no turns, no wonderments in Heaven, just wonderful awe and worship as if it were new to us every day, then we assume a posture of pronounced joy like a child. We are perfectly content, anxious for nothing, concerned only for the present moment filled with God's presence.
It is this same posture I want to practice here on Earth. I do not have to wonder as an adult would, What is next? What lessons must I learn? What hardship must I endure? What will I be excel in life?
Instead, I can wonder as a child. Wondering at the very moment I am enjoying or enduring. Wondering why the rainbow seems to follow us as we drive from here to there. Wondering if when I wake my illness will be completely gone. Wondering whether the sun will make snow or spring tomorrow.
When we wonder in awe at God's perfection, we can stop staring at life's uncertainties and simply worship the Creator instead of the creation. We do not have to worry in wonder. Rather, we worship in wonder.
I wonder what will happen to this little coffee composed landscape, but for now and eternity, I will worship my wonderful God.
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| It's wonderful that this little man can run pant-less in the cold and not wonder whether his legs will go numb! |
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| We finally arrived at regular bathroom use and our reward- Menchie's ice cream! |
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| As Daddy was quarantined with the flu last week, we all didn't wonder whether it was A or B, but decided to shout V for homemade volcanoes! |
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| Rocks, playdough, and magic reactions were wonderful. |
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| More wonderful was the wonder at how vinegar and baking soda reacted so well! |
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| There wonder at their first real rainbow was worth remembering forever! It truly followed us all the way to our destination. Quite poetic I think. |
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| I couldn't have planned this any better! Luckily number one baby was at school, or we'd probably have to wonder about punching out another hole here. |
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| Sweet brown-eyed boys Levi and Luca got a touch of daddy's flu, but we certainly can't complain. Life gives us plenty wonders to enjoy. |
I have loved wondering who is out there reading here and learning alongside of me all these years. I will miss you, but I am still here. Please know you are loved and created with such wonderful intent to wonder without fear. Be where you are while your child-like faith grows into fearless wondering for we are not promised tomorrow, but we have the promise of wonderful eternity.
Love,
Coffee CubBuster
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