Is it arrogant or presumptious to consider one's own tale a wondrous story? Hmm...what if it isn't? Perhaps instead it is necessary. Maybe what makes a tale wondrous is the heart of the one who lives it, and maybe this perspective of wonder is the very thing we need to keep the wolves of unbelief at bay. Wonder, as I see it, grows in the soil of childlike trust, a willingness to be restored to innocence even at the expense of being labeled a fool. The eyes of a wonderer are wide open, finding beauty in place of dirt, destruction, and even despair. The heart of a wonderer is inclined to laugh in the midst of trouble, especially if it's been wondering long. If I find myself wondering little, it's a signal I've turned my eyes even slightly from the One who made the stars and you and me and every wonderful created thing. This One made it safe to wonder. This One holds us each and all in His strong and gentle hands. This One is Life, Truth, the Way, the Light of the world, and He is Love. This One is God, often lovingly called Jesus, and He has set us on a journey of real life. Here is where we'll do our best to share our passage with you, our loved ones near and far. Let's set ourselves to encourage and delight one another as we walk and talk in grace. Let's stir one another to abandon the fears of the day and live in wonder. Thanks for reading!
Blessings and Blissings!
Rachel
