I find it entirely no coincidence that God would give me these words today—on a Wednesday smack dab in the middle of the week—on June 1st, smack dab in the middle of the year. And while the middle doesn’t always feel as sweet as the beginning, today, the middle is right where God needed me to be.
Today, I came to God with my I’m-overwhelmed-and-I-feel-a-bit-like-a-crazy-person-could-You-give-me-copious-amounts-of-wisdom prayer. (You have one of those, right?)
And God listened.
I know He listened, because while it was silent, I didn’t feel ignored or slighted. I wasn’t anxious or fidgety, but instead I enjoyed the quiet while I sat and waited to hear. It’s called stillness, and if you’ve followed me for a bit of time, you know that focused stillness isn’t entirely easy for me.
Today, I simply leaned in listened. I sunk a little further into the couch, let my shoulders fall, and my eyelids rest. The rush and splash of the backyard waterfall mingled with the cool morning breeze to rise up and meet me. The sweet chatter of chirping birds filled the air that I inhaled slow and deep.
Then … Remember Wonder.
While I can’t say I’ve ever experienced an audible voice from God, I know when words are His Spirit and not mine, because I can’t imagine coming up with them on my own. That’s all the more true in this case, because I’ve forgotten to remember precisely what He was pointing me to—wonder.
Many, O Lord my God, are Your wonderful works which You have done;
And Your thoughts toward us cannot be recounted to You in order;
If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
Psalm 40:5 NKJV
God gave me “wonder” way back in January, way back in the beginning. It was (still is) my one word for 2016. My heart was joined with His in purposing to be mindful of His goodness, to watch for His wonder in the midst of every day. My desire was (still is) to see His marvelous works and declare Him wondrous.
I’ve forgotten to remember wonder.
But here smack dab in the middle of the week, in the middle of the year, a God of grace, of second chances, of unending beginnings and perfect, perfect timing once more declares—it’s not too late. God promises that the middle can be just as sweet as the beginning. (←Tweet that.)
His answer to my pursuit of wisdom and the end of overwhelm: Remember Wonder.
And so I will, and I am. Today, I’m remembering. And tomorrow I’m going to try really hard not to forget again. I’m going to spend some time remembering the goodness that is the wonder of God. And while life certainly won’t stop spinning around me and demands will continue to threaten to steal stillness, my heart is to first seek wonder.
So friends, if you don’t see me here quite so often over the summer months, please know that it’s not because I’ve forgotten you or this precious place where I love to lay down words. My absence is simply an indication that I’m off living this life that God has so graciously given, and I’m remembering His wonder. ♥
The beautiful piece of handmade art featured in the above photo was a gift I received on Mother’s Day from my sweet husband. It was created by a very talented artist and dear friend. You can find more of Sherry’s Altered to Perfection creations via Instagram or Etsy.