May we never lose our wonder.
“And he sent them to Bethlehem, saying, “Go and search diligently for the child, and when you have found him, bring me word, that I too may come and worship him.”
Matthew 2:8 ESV
If you try, you can imagine yourself a wise man or perhaps, the wife of one of them or maybe a child, hearing the whispers of your mother, where has father gone…something about a miracle, a baby who would be a Savior?
They heard of a baby about to be born. A young man, a pregnant young woman traveling across the vast and empty country side.
No place to lie, no place to rest. They settled on a barn knowing they couldn’t go on for very much more.
I’m not much of a historian, the scene and situation not really relatable.
But the feeling of heaviness round the bottom of my belly and the pressure of being unable to go on, of my walk being a waddle and my fatigue being a sort of settled endurance, a requirement, go on.
Only getting through as long as I continued to go on.
I think of the wise men, intrigued in a way as a challenge, they learned to believe when logic made no difference at all.
The wise men who sought him, I kinda relate to their need to continue on.
Just now I read a little saying…
Wise men still seek him.
And I paused to think how true, how so very true like a familiar old song.
I added magnolia leaves to my tree, reminiscent of nature next to glory.
Glorious blue, natural coppers and twine. Reminds me of heaven meeting earth. Earth changed by its brilliance.
It is so.
Christmas, a time to think of a baby born to give us heaven and of our soiled souls, earthly tainted lives.
Yet, we seek Him.
We long for Him.
We glance towards the winter black sky dotted randomly bright white and maybe think of the traveling couple, the shepherds, the wise men.
We seek Him.
May we never ever lose the wonder of seeking, of seeking to know Him more.
The gloriously miraculous wonder of Jesus.