I’m a big fan of New Year’s resolutions. I like the feel of a reset, and I’m pretty good at not beating myself up when (not if!) I fall short of my expectations. The last few years have seen very pragmatic resolutions like “get up earlier” and “exercise more”. On these matters I may safely say that I fell quite short of my goal.
This year, one of my intentions for 2016 is to seek wonder. I was very good at this through my childhood all the way into my marriage. However, there is something about endless loads of laundry, housekeeping, demanding children and the busy practicalities of life that erode away wonder and childlike delight. And it’s the childlike that enter the kingdom of God.
Seeking wonder doesn’t mean you need to get weird and believe in fairies, like Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (though, I’ll just say with Shakespeare that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of). Seek wonder in the light that shines through crystal snow. Delight in the fog that creates a Camelot out of downtown Vancouver. The warmth of a child’s hand trustingly held in yours. There are endless ways God has gifted us with wondrous things if we are willing to see.