It’s a game we play. A practice of sorts. Of dreaming big and loving wide. And today, of all days, showed me it wasn’t only for his benefit…
He sat cross-legged, across from me on the floor, as he leaned in to hear the first of my random questions.
“So, tell me, bud, if you could ask God anything in the whole wide world. Anything! What would you ask Him? Remember Who we’re talking about here–He knows everything! What would you want to know?”
My thoughts whirl with questions I would ask and I start organizing a list in my mind when I notice: Most of them begin with “why”. I was expecting the same of my four year-old. For it seems to be his favorite word these days.
But not today. Not with God. As he starts thinking out loud, I realize…he doesn’t want to know why. He wants to know Him.
“I’d ask God– how many stars are there?”
“How do You know so many snowflake patterns and are they different every winter?”
“What’s Your favorite animal? Color?”
“How do You remember everyone’s name?”
The lump in my throat rises, my mouth gapes wide. For my son’s questions revolve around God and what He is capable of. His craftsmanship. Creativity.
My questions revolved around me…
That night, I cracked my Bible open to verses I had read weeks earlier:
Stop and consider the wonderful miracles of God!
Do you know how God controls the storm and causes the lightning to flash from His clouds?
Do you understand how He moves the clouds with wonderful perfection and skill?
When you are sweltering in your clothes and the south wind dies down and everything is still,
He makes the skies reflect the heat like a bronze mirror.
Can you do that?
And with my journal opened to a new page, I begin to create my own list of wonder.
Friends, this might be a new practice I take on. A new version of my One Thousand Gifts: listing what brings me to my knees in wonder at the very awe of Him.
For in witnessing the unimaginable, and pondering the indescribable, we see Him more clearly. By admiring His craftsmanship, we join the Heavens in praise.
What if we took Psalm 150 literally?
Praise the Lord.
Praise God in His sanctuary; praise Him in His mighty heavens.
Praise Him for His acts of power; praise Him for His surpassing greatness.
Praise Him…, praise Him…, praise Him…, praise Him…, praise Him…, praise Him….
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord.
What if we sought Him out and praised Him in His sanctuary–in our homes and churches. What if we sought Him out and praised Him while under the mighty heavens. For His acts of power and protection. For His surpassing greatness and wonder.
What if in the seeking Him out intentionally, we naturally lived and breathed praise?
Can we do that? I don’t know about you, but I wanna try…
Father, You know me, help me know You. You see me, oh how I want to see You. Every day. Show me Your glory, Lord. Let me bask in Your wonder. Let me see You in new ways each day. Open my eyes that I may see. Soften my heart so I may feel. Uncover my ears so I may hear how the heavens praise You today. For here I am, kneeling at Your feet in holy reverence. Please. Let me linger long…
How about you, friend? How has God astounded you lately? I’d love to hear!