My wife loves being a mother. I've never heard her once wish that she could be away from her children. She embraced it wholeheartedly from the moment our first daughter was placed in her arms to this present moment where that same daughter is navigating her way as a sixteen year old.
We had our first snowfall of the season in Nashville this past Sunday. That's early for us. It was beautiful - one of my favorite kind of days.
From my studio window I looked up and the sun was illuminating this icicle hanging from the eave - a beautiful little sculpture that was formed for the day.
I stood in wonder - the wonder of God's creation that we get to live in. The wonder of beautiful miracles that surround us everyday.
I think I have always looked for wonder in the "magnanimous" things in life - like the Grand Canyon or man's first step on the moon.
But at this point in life, I believe that real wonder might just lie in the "quieter" things.
A hug from a child.
A blossom opening up to the warmth of the sun.
A baby in a manger.
It's a busy time and life is full of stress, but I pray you are able to stop, be still and look up, so that you may experience every ounce of wonder this season has to bring.
Merry Christmas -