wonder

The daily reading at ransomed heart ministries this morning is about wonder.  https://www.ransomedheart.com/?q=node/748

The incourage post for yesterday is about feeling like what we love doesn't matter. http://www.incourage.me/2012/01/when-you-feel-like-it-doesnt-matter.html

It has a link to another post about things we're perhaps made for, even if they sound ridiculous when we compare them to our culture or the other amazing people around us.  http://www.sbryant.me/2011/11/10/ridiculous/

lots of links. sorry. :) In my head they all go together.

Getting to a place where your mouth does not even hold words to describe, only your heart can speak. Yesterday morning I walked in the cemetery in the middle of campus. It was quiet, and snowing, beautiful. bird chirps, pine branches rustling. windy. lovely.

Being made for wonder. How beautiful those snowflakes are. spinning. perfection.

Knowing that on my own I am a gross, broken mess. But I am loved more than the sunrise, and through Jesus, I am beautiful. Sometimes that escapes my heart, and sometimes it hits so delightfully hard.

like the lyrics of "Extraordinary" by Jenn Weber. "Somedays I feel I'm not capable, there's always someone more qualified. What can average accomplish anyway? I feel like I can't get it right. But oh, what I find to be true all the time is You. You see what we are but You graciously use us and let us take part. And You, You call simple hearts to be extraordinary."

It goes together to me, because my heart is drawn towards spinning in the snow and sunrises. The simple, joyful things. The things children notice. Sometimes it feels silly, being so enraptured by the sky and the sound of grass rustling. But perhaps, that is how I was made. Perhaps my impossible passions and childlike delights are glorious.

Awake!