“The wonders of God are everywhere, and most people miss ’em.” That was the way a man named Sahr greeted me at Reagan National Airport one time when we were seated near each other in the terminal. And when I agreed with him, we were off and running in a conversation that has stayed with me. What had his life experience been that propelled him to say that line to me, a non sequitur for sure, when I simply sat down in a chair next to him? I’m still intrigued.
That was a wise and true statement that the world is full of the wonders of God and that most people miss them. I know it’s true for me. My mind is occupied these days with big ideas, long-held dreams lurching forward and stalling, two steps forward and one step back. There are exciting possibilities, new friends, and travel, yet there are also disappointments, loneliness, imperfection, worries and fears — in short, life. That’s life, right?
Sometimes in the analysis of all that’s happening I miss now. I miss quiet, good things that aren’t super dramatic but are super meaningful. I could stand to dwell in the present moment more than I do, for the wonders of God are there — or rather HERE.
A few snapshots of the wondrous “now”:
- Recently I watched my husband as he left the house for a run. And I thought of an old acquaintance, Ron, who ran by my house about 15 years ago on a beautiful day. We waved and smiled, and then about three blocks later he dropped dead of a heart attack. Was I the last person who knew him and greeted him on that sunny day that forever decimated his family? Maybe. So I was thinking of the wonder of how most of the time we get to see the people we love again. When we part, we assume we will. And mostly we do. And that is beautiful. I’m grateful and not taking it for granted that my husband returned to the house after his last run, that I got to taste the sweat on his face when I greeted him with a kiss.
- I recently got to show my granddaughter her first rainbow. Or perhaps it wasn’t her first, but it was my first time to show one to her, and she knew how cool it was, little as she is.
- Welcoming (and smelling) a new baby in my family always thrills me. I did that last week.
- How amazing it was to come home from three weeks away to find that summer’s zinnias were nothing compared to September’s zinnias — a riot of color in my back yard.
- Life just can’t be considered anything but great when you’ve got a kitchen full of ripe tomatoes and a tomato sandwich to look forward to after a few hours of work.