You may have picked up my word for the month of December.
Wonder. By definition: a sense of awe, amazement, marvel, ponder.
On Thursday late morning, I prepared my Nook for a special time, to Wonder.
Fresh cup of coffee.
I lit my cedar and balsam candle.
My Bible and journal at hand.
Mini-flocked tree and fire keeping company.
Phone rings.
Skip the coffee.
Candle goes out.
Shoes go on.
Innkeeper to Caretaker.
No time to Wonder.
Hours later, back home from mom-care, head to shower and pj’s.
Curled up under my throw.
TV on.
Doorbell rings.
Pajama-clad Innkeeper opens the door (wet hair up in gray towel).
No, not Amazon but a lovely neighbor from around the bend.
Bearing banana bread loaf and conversation.
A few unplanned moments under the dark sky with a new friend.
And wonder fills the Innkeeper’s heart.
Sara Hagerty, in her book Adore, says this: “An eye for wonder needs cultivating. A sense of wonder is the ability to see God who is always declaring Himself to me.”
Wonder arrived. In a mundane minute. In wet hair and pajamas.
God declaring my Jesus-sharing matters. Thursday night I found it mattered to a lady around the bend.
And so on this soon-upon-us Christmas, we wonder. A baby arrives to rescue us. Is it real?
If you’re uncertain about the answer to that question, we give you an open invitation to Wander Inn. An invite to a conversation around the Wonder of Jesus, God’s grand plan. The event that changed history. And my eternity.
Strains of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing” is playing over my Alexa.
A sense of Wonder & Awe fills the Inn. Do you not hear the angels sing?
Hark! The Herald is making an announcement – listen to the report, found in God’s inspired words, the Bible:
“For God loved the world so much that he gave his only Son (Jesus) so that anyone (that’s you and me) who believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” (John 3:16)
The best report ever heralded.
I wish you all a Merry Christmas! Thank you for being a Chatter friend. Humor me while Innkeeper pretends she is hand-delivering a sweet gift to each one of you. And for those who are carrying so much, for you I pray.
Come, just as you are.
margi
PS: Our big family celebration will be on Christmas Eve. This is the first year (minus covid) that I’m not tablescaping a sit down dinner complete with name cards. 26 of us are going to wander around the Inn eating hors d’oeuvres and sweets, sing to candlelight, read from Luke 2, find the pickle & Christmas Spider, and end with a Fierce Family Competition. Traditions are alive and well at the Inn. Thankfully, so are we with our nine noisy bonus blessings.
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