Have you seen the trailer for Eat, Pray, Love? Here’s where I must sheepishly admit I’ve yet to read the best-seller, though it intrigues me—yes, it does. One line from the trailer struck me profoundly. Julia Roberts, playing Eliabeth Gilbert, expresses with sheer passion, “I want to go someplace where I can marvel at something.”
And so a new thought burst forth in me. Gotta love it when that happens.
What about marveling at something in the every day? How about finding something in the midst of the routine, the exhaustion and the ordinary to sample and extract beauty from? I know that’s how I feel when I write. Alive. Rejuvenated. As though every small thing has a place. And a wonder.
For this I 8 Wednesday I’m going to share eight everyday things I choose to marvel at:
- The burgeoning hibiscus in our front yard, fanning the wind and announcing their presence to the world with wine and cream boldness.
- The sky, as it holds seahorse clouds and storms adrift with a purplish-gray bruised horizon.
- My husband’s face. My face. The salt-and-pepper stubble rising from my man’s chin after a week of not shaving. The winged lines that shoot from the corners of my eyes—thankful wrinkles. Thankful for growth, for wisdom. I’m grateful for growing older together.
- I marvel at my children’s fingers. How their hands expand and stretch beyond the hand prints they created years ago.
- The way my youngest enunciates all words that begin with V with a W. Practicing V’s with her today and hearing her master V for the first time brought a smile to my lips. Language.
- My dog’s white eyelashes.
- How God orchestrates His will through His people. A glimmer of encouragement comes at such tender and knowing times.
- I marvel at those little nuts cracked in two (no idea the name) in the exact shape of a pig’s snout. There’s one in our front yard and every time I step by it I laugh.
There are things to marvel at all around us. My mom used to reassure me that I didn’t need to travel overseas to live out my ministry. Ministry happens in the front yard. While I’m holding my daughter’s hand, scratching my husband’s cheek, and calling a friend as soon as God prompts me to. Ministry is learning to marvel at the here. The now.
Can you think of something to marvel at?
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