God breathed Life into me, and yet I know His Presence by the way He steals my breath:
- at the beach
- during a sunset
- beside a waterfall
- during a meteor shower
- at the birth of a lamb
- when my husband puts his arm around me
- when my kids laugh
Evidence of the Breath Giver is breath-taking.
You know those moments, you stop for them. You allow yourself to experience the wonder. You receive the gift. These are moments we can't control or command, we can't take them. They are moments that are given and we receive them. This is the foundation of faith--wonder. This is the heart of the psalms, and the heart of so much poetry. We notice the ordinary and we wonder at it.
And that impulse to stop, to breathe it in, to write it down? Another name for that is worship.
I looked up the definition for wonder and it is this:
to be surprised by beauty
And that is exactly what wonder feels like isn't it?
We have been keeping a list of what we notice to be sacred. We started it on the first day of this month, and it is good, right? To unclench ourselves and open our hearts and eyes? To receive the gifts already given? The practice alone is good.
But perhaps we might use our list to write some poetry. Ummmmm, won't that be good too?