"May we never lose our wonder. Wide-Eyed and mystified, may we be just like a child, staring at the beauty of our King?" (Bethel Music) Last night we had a post Thanksgiving celebration with our family.
The turkey went into the oven at 8:30a.m. The rest of my day was spent elbow deep in dirty dishes, food preparation and puppy upkeep.
My breakdown came after my parents arrived. Resentment from years of frustration spilled over onto someone I love. Instead of responding in kind, she stepped away.
Emmanuel God with us.
Sisters caught up with their lives. Dad lectured. And, well, I did what I do best, laughed at my own jokes.
Yet, there was a new unity. In spite of my meltdown, awkward timing of the dinner, and the rainy weather...
There was a great love here.
The holidays can be a time of wonder. Or, as my outburst showed, it can be a religious duty.
I sat enthralled as my dad shared a story of my nephew's recent wedding. My nephew is a wise man. He kept his vows to be seen by an intimate few. So, he and his wife did not have to start their lives, together, in debt.
Anyway, my Dad spoke about my nephew's love for his new bride with wonder in his eyes.
It reminded me of the love that Jesus has for His bride, the church.
Somehow, God took my overwhelming inadequacy, and overwhelmed me with His love.
May we never lose the wonder...