When did we stop?
When did we stop walking through our lives with wonder?
Looking for the next amazing thing?
Seeking out another delight?
Expecting a miracle around the corner?
A bunny in the bushes?
That we’d surely see…while wearing shockingly purple glasses with no lenses….just because?
When did we stop dancing through life knowing the wonderful was coming?
The promise of it has always been there.
Let’s reawaken our souls to it today.
However far back we need to go, let’s go there. Let’s go back to when we simply accepted that there was so much we didn’t know, and we just trusted, and lived in awe.
You visit the earth and water it,
make it abundantly fertile.
God’s stream is filled with water;
you supply their grain.
Thus do you prepare it:
you drench its plowed furrows,
and level its ridges.
With showers you keep it soft,
blessing its young sprouts.
You adorn the year with your bounty;
your paths drip with fruitful rain.
The meadows of the wilderness also drip;
the hills are robed with joy.
The pastures are clothed with flocks,
the valleys blanketed with grain;
they cheer and sing for joy.