Five Minute Friday: Wonder

Ok, Today’s prompt is the last one of this year of 2012. We think, we write and we share today on the subject of:

WONDER

I don’t wonder that I can see the moon whole and shining; hanging in the sky like a big pearl waiting to be plucked. I don’t wonder at the splashes of pink, purple, orange, blue and red  slowly streaking across the sky in the early morning. I don’t wonder at the mountains pushing their way up from the ground, covered in snow sparkling in the sun. I don’t wonder in the sound of the ocean waves lulling me to sleep on a summer afternoon. I don’t wonder in the fruit of the garden planted with care.

I do wonder in the God who did all these things- Who offered them as a gift to my senses. Who continually gives to me, especially the things that are of little monetary value. He has given me everything.  That is what I wonder at.

I wonder that the Author and Creator of the Universe would take time to give me good gifts. I mean who am I really?  That He would stoop low to show me His favor? That He would send Himself to rescue me? That He would protect me from harm in so many ways? That He would think enough of me to give me that moonrise or sunrise or flower or tomato or beach or snow because He knows I love them so?

And, then, I wonder at His answer: “Because you are mine!”

Take a little time to wonder at His Love in this season we celebrate His ultimate Gift to us. In the midst of the parties, the decorating, the carols, the presents, the carpool lines, the check out lines, the onlines- you know all those things that are just the layers we have wrapped around the Gift. Wonder at the Gift and let yourself go in the pure Joy of Him!

Linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker:

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Stumbling Block

Ok, Today’s prompt is the last one of this year of 2012. We think, we write and we share today on the subject of:

WONDER

I don’t wonder that I can see the moon whole and shining; hanging in the sky like a big pearl waiting to be plucked. I don’t wonder at the splashes of pink, purple, orange, blue and red  slowly streaking across the sky in the early morning. I don’t wonder at the mountains pushing their way up from the ground, covered in snow sparkling in the sun. I don’t wonder in the sound of the ocean waves lulling me to sleep on a summer afternoon. I don’t wonder in the fruit of the garden planted with care.

I do wonder in the God who did all these things- Who offered them as a gift to my senses. Who continually gives to me, especially the things that are of little monetary value. He has given me everything.  That is what I wonder at.

I wonder that the Author and Creator of the Universe would take time to give me good gifts. I mean who am I really?  That He would stoop low to show me His favor? That He would send Himself to rescue me? That He would protect me from harm in so many ways? That He would think enough of me to give me that moonrise or sunrise or flower or tomato or beach or snow because He knows I love them so?

And, then, I wonder at His answer: “Because you are mine!”

Take a little time to wonder at His Love in this season we celebrate His ultimate Gift to us. In the midst of the parties, the decorating, the carols, the presents, the carpool lines, the check out lines, the onlines- you know all those things that are just the layers we have wrapped around the Gift. Wonder at the Gift and let yourself go in the pure Joy of Him!

Linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker:

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Five Minute Friday: Thank You

Thank You. Two simple words. Rumbling around in my head. Again, with the song! Newsboys: “Thank You” over and over.

Image: Academy Awards Oscar winners- the words “Thank you”, over and over. Begining to sound a bit repetitious? Yep.

The truth is, these two words  make all the difference – for the person offering and for the person receiving. It is more blessed… 

I don’t know about you, but when I hear those words from another I am doubly blessed- in their thanking and in my gratitude of their acknowledgement. And, here in the south, well, Texas is in the south, those two words are right up there with mama, dada, doggie, kitty and please in the language of a baby learning to talk. We teach them the words and teach them what they mean by our behavior. 

When they get to be teenagers who hurl those words at us in anger: “Well, thank you very much!”; we sigh, shake our heads and if we don’t want a real humdinger of an argument, just walk away.  We know the road they are on, we’ve been there, and we are grateful we came out the other side relatively sane. And, we are grateful they are here in our lives, those cute and cuddly babies growing up; those who hurl words like a pitcher in the World Series throws the ball over the plate. 

‘This, too, shall pass. Maybe like a kidney stone, but it will pass.’ {my favorite}

And we say: “Thank you, Lord.”

Speaking as a survivor of those years- I am so grateful for three incredible adults in whose existence God gave me a part to play. And who, by their very existence defined family for me and their father in a way we can never express adequately.

ding.

Postscript:  A bit simplistic, but what can I do with 5 minutes? Teenagers take a lifetime to explain!

Train up a child in the way he should go [and in keeping with his individual gift or bent], and when he is old he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6 (AMP)

{In spite of our mistakes they made it to parenthood themselves!}

Link-up today with Lisa-Jo Baker and:

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