Struggling With Wonder

Okay, so I’m in the second week of Disciple, and all the readings this week are about God’s power and majesty and glory. Which, well, I get all that. I mean, I am the guy who goes into manned spaceflight because I believe in supporting man’s innate need to explore God’s universe. But man … I struggle with wonder. I definitely take it all for granted a lot of the time.

It’s my nature to focus on imperfections, to suggest corrections and push for improvements. The thing that makes me good at what I do for a living also, well, stunts a lot of things. And then I have this nasty tendency to focus on the problems in front of me to the detriment of focus on anything else—amusing, because I’m also easily distracted—and, as a result, let that thing consume. Often, that’s work. None of which is really healthy, even if it may be good in some sense.

So I struggle with wonder. How do you overcome that struggle if you share it?


  1. So I read this and I realized I didn’t have a good understanding of the word ‘wonder’. So step 1 is to go and hit the dictionary.

    v) to be filled with admiration, amazement, or awe; marvel
    n) something strange and surprising; a cause of surprise, astonishment, or admiration

    There are several definitions for the word, but these are the ones that make more sense in relationship to God.

    Creation is far and away the thing that makes me appreciate the wonder of God. Every time I have traveled to the western states (Colorado, Utah, California), I am taken aback by the beauty and the immensity of the mountains. On a good day, I acknowledge that feeling and thank God.

    Over the last week, I’ve been made to wonder by someone a lot smaller than a mountain, my daughter Phoebe. While births go on everyday, they remain an awe-inspiring miracle both to the parents and to friends and family. I don’t sit around all day thinking how wonderful this is or how great God is for making this happen… but there are moments when I’m looking down at her that I feel it. How wonderful of a God do we have that can bring two people together to create such a perfect, new creation?!

    So I guess that a lot of my answer is that I don’t feel wonder all the time. I think by the definition of it being strange and/or surprising that it is not meant to be. In relation to God, I think it comes about from our underestimating His power, majesty, and glory.

    Don’t know if this helps at all in your thinking, but it certainly got me thinking.

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