I Wonder (05/20/2026)

I was sitting on the porch with my cup of coffee, bringing in the day with my LORD. As my eyes adjusted to the light and scanned my neighborhood, I wondered about how all the elements came into being. Was it instantly or incrementally as part of a divine design? Could it be both? What was humanities role in the LORD’s design? Caretaker, steward, tinkerer, meddler? Could it be all? And then my phone pinged. I wondered who or what it could be at that hour. It was my daughter sending a photo from her porch of a fox in her backyard. And my wondering turned to wonder. And I acknowledged out loud, “Amazing!”

Wondering fills my mind when I give it space and time. I’ve been a wonderer all my life. As a child, I used to wonder all the time. My special spot was a hole in the field behind my house left by an uprooted pecan tree. I called it “my fort” like I had to protect something. I would lay in “my fort” and look out or look up and wonder why and how and before I knew it, I went from peppering the LORD with wondering questions to silently sitting with the LORD in awe and wonder. A passerby might think I was doing nothing. They had no idea from mere observation that I was becoming me.

Now a days, “my fort” is my porch. It is where I go to wonder and pepper the LORD with a zillion questions. And most days, He still finds a way to straighten my path from a questioning pest to a daughter in awe.

Yesterday, I had a lot of time on my hands as I waited for my husband to get through his same day procedure at a local hospital. All went well, thankfully. And I had time to read a book I’d wanted to tackle about, of all things, the meaning of life. And the author made a point about our need to wonder, to question, to ponder, to search not online but with our eyes, our senses, our minds, our hearts. As I read it, I looked around me in the waiting room. I was the only one reading. Everyone else had a phone in their hands except for one woman who sat and stared at nothing. And I wondered if she was wondering. Was she worried. Was she praying? Was she frightened?

As we make our journeys in faith, buoyed by our hope in One who never disappoints, and fueled by the transformative love received from our LORD, may we use some of the time He has given us to wonder.

Until tomorrow, let us all love well.