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They range in age from 6 months to 4 years, and during the past week they and their parents, Joel and Aisha, have been parked here at DJs, their rig mere yards from ours. I’ve spent lots of time with them, and have closely observed these great-grandchildren–three beautiful boys. Totally oblivious to their role as master teachers, the boys with their wide eyes and incredible sense of wonder, have nudged into a little soul-spot I may have too long neglected–the place of Wonder.
See it depicted on Ethan’s face here. Their world is new and unexplored, and with fascination and downright awe, they gulp in the newness, the grandeur and the glory. They’ve splashed in our patio fountain, and with tin cups and plastic scoops finagled a full catch of cool water. With tipped bottles they learned to refill the reservoir, so that water would continue its flow. They found that ceramic ducks break when dropped to pavers, that smooth stones clunk just right when tossed in cups, and that when the cord is unplugged, the fountain water stops flowing.
They’ve sat for hours in shallow lake water, digging in the gravel and in the sand, until diapers were sagging.
On Pappy’s lap, they sat two-deep and silently listened to stories, their black eyes glittering, and ate oatmeal across the table from Pappy because that’s what Pappy does, and they spent the night in a sleeping bag on our RV living room floor and ate tacos with their cousins and aunts and uncles. It’s all a Wonder to them.
In the comment section of my other blog, a few minutes ago, I spoke in response to a question of my Christian heritage, saying that my father was a minister, my husband is, as also are two of my sons, and one of my grandsons. What Wonder has been in my life. With what Glory and Majesty have I been surrounded. With what Splendid Spirituality have I been inculcated.
Oh, the wonder of it all. Think about it. Jesus loved me before I was ever born, saw my need of a Savior, came to earth as Bethlehem’s baby, lived as a Man, died on Calvary, rose again, and ascended into Heaven. What a Wonder. What miraculous mercy. Let me never lose my awe at such a happening. Let such Grand Scheme linger…and may I never lose my Wonder.
An old song sings thus:
“Oh, sweet Wonder,
Oh, sweet Wonder,
Jesus, the Son of God.
Have you ever seen Him or shared in His glory?
Jesus, the Son of God.”