I hope you never lose your sense of wonder…
Even a decade of television commercials hasn’t dulled the impact of that line for me. Talking about wonder is so often reserved for children – the first time they see Disneyland, so the ads would have us believe, or childish joy over little things – rainbows and blowing bubbles. We adults have no choice but to be jaded, we’re told.
As an artist, I’ve always fought against the idea that there is nothing new under the sun. I strive to see the world with new eyes. And yet when I’m awestruck by beauty, often my first response is to be frustrated that I can’t paint it well. Where is my sense of wonder?
Over the last couple of years, as I’ve given up on self-inspired holiness and learned just how panoramic God’s grace is, my heart has changed. Because “jaded” was always my first response to spiritual matters, despite my Spirit-led desire to seek God. It did feel like I knew Him – I certainly knew the Bible and the principles of Christianity inside out. Or not. How wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, exclaims Paul in Ephesians 3. And I can never lose my sense of wonder as I step beyond myself and start to explore those depths. He’s given me my heart back. And my eyes. And my gasp of delight.
And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.
The above post was written as part of Five Minute Friday – GypsyMama’s challenge to write, unedited for five minutes. The prompt this week is “Wonder.” Join the challenge here.