The Wonder of You

To: God

An hour ago I was standing in between the rocks and pines on a mountaintop, overlooking the wideness of the bay. Something magical happened to me there...I was swept off my feet by the wonder of You. It's not that it never happened before; but I'm so enthralled that it happened again. You've captured my heart, my eyes, my emotions, my mind. I'm filled with wonder, because You are Wonderful. I really think You are! I wanted to tell You that I'm slowing down, to enjoy the wonder of You.

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You keep surprising me; like a boyfriend pulling roses from behind a tree, chocolates from beneath the table, bending down on one knee. You’ve been wooing me, and my eyes are open. You’ve been sending me packages, and - I’m chiding myself for the sad times I forget to even wonder where they came from, forget to look for the sender’s address and treasure the exotic stamp. But You've got my attention now.

Now...now I’m slowing, I’m pausing. I’m stopping to wonder. I’m letting my heart go. I’m releasing my soul to be curious and childlike, to fill with awe. Releasing my soul to enthrall...in You.

Oh, that I may never leave Your gifts out in the rain to go limp and pass away silently from my neglect.

I’m stopping to treasure You. 

I’m slowing and I just want to say “Thank You”. 

And tonight this wonder that fills my soul, it's all about You. You fascinate me. For so many reasons, but how can I keep from mentioning how utterly enchanting of Your idea to create the nose? From Your imagination, I can smell...

The scent of pine trees, pulsing in the air, like someone wanted to have a party and decked out the venue with extravagant perfume - I can't help but gasp. That was You...

The scent of the ocean, caught up and delivered to the threshold of my senses, exploding in free delight on the nerves of my nose. Salty, wild and fishy, yet delightful all the same. My lungs fill with this luxurious air, deeply. And that breath, too, was from You.

And the scent of sweat and cologne, nearness and intimacy; I can't get over how You dreamed up the personality of a man like Jonathan who fits me so perfectly. The man I get to love and get to live my days with. This too is a gift from You - one that I dreamed of and imagined and made guesses about - and now every day I unwrap the gift a little bit more.

If my olfactory nerves were all I had for enjoying Your gifts, I would be rich indeed. But it doesn't stop here! Not only can I can smell the the popping corn, fragrant on the fire; I can hear it! Oh, the musical sound of kernels in a kettle over fire, magically blithesome. I chuckle at the very idea of it! Shiny, tiny, and impossibly hard; suddenly transforming into delicious puffs of flavor. Who but You would’ve ever thought of this delight! I can't get over these subtle, enthralling glimpses into Who You Are. The more I get to know You, the more I want to get to know You more. You are fascinating in Your power, the quiet wisdom of Your mind, the thunder of Your majesty. You are fascinating in Your love.

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Your imagination is so entrancingly above my own, and although I've known You for years I want You to know that once again I am falling...in love. 

You cupped my face in Your hands tonight, and You enticed my eyes upwards, away from the dirt. I followed Your wooing just in time, and the jaw of my heart hung low as I saw You toss a star across the blackness. Just for me? I saw it, God, I caught Your gift.

I wonder, will You tell me someday? How did You make the stars? Different colors; different places in the universe. And the moon! She's not a star; Your creativity made a nightlight so we could sleep in the dark, yet feel cozy and safe in the glow. The moon: never boring, yet steady and predictable; the perfect balance of wild and safe. That’s just like You! I see You in the moon.

Speaking of you, You brought me here, and I looked around, and there were gifts everywhere. I’ve come back to thank You. 

No, You are not the gifts; I love You for oh, so much more than what You give to me. But tonight You used Your gifts to woo my heart. Sometimes You woo me by Your presence in my pain. Sometimes You woo me with an umbrella in the rain. Other times we get wet together. And today, You opened my eyes and there were gifts everywhere.

Thank You for who You are. Thank You for showing me when You tossed that star. Thank You for the gift of the wild scented air. For kettles of popcorn and wind in my hair. The way light floats on the sea, the way You take time...for me.

I’m treasuring your gifts. Clasping them to my heart. Receiving with awe. 

I wonder...and I never want to stop wondering...over You.