Christ is born
Of the virgin Mary,
It is now the time of grace
That we have desired;
Let us sing songs of joy,
Let us give devotion.
God was made man,
And nature full of wonder;
The world was renewed
By Christ who is King.
The world will never starve for want of wonders, but for want of wonder.
~G. K. Chesterton
Perhaps it is the nature of what I do, but I never lack for wonder. Every day, whether it is on the farm, within my family or in my doctoring, I witness wonders that bring me to my knees.
I am awed by the extraordinary in the ordinary, whether it is a full harvest moon, a well-timed hug, or a patient’s worry over a nagging headache.
Maybe I’m easily engrossed in what’s around me, but I know that’s not so because I can be as oblivious as the next person when too busy and distracted.
Maybe I’m just plain simple, even if those who know me don’t think so.
Maybe it’s because I try to wake each day feeling immense gratitude for whatever the day will bring so must stay alert to what is hurtling at me.
Maybe I just don’t want to miss a moment, even the miserable ones.…the world deserves more wonder than it gets.
I’m simply doing my part.