Monday, January 3, 2011

one word.


Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?
— (Forgotten Language, Shel Silverstein)

"Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well." (Psalm 139:14)


I've been trying to find a word for the year. Alece over at Grit and Glory started this... this "one word." This beautiful challenge.

Usually I leave the goal-setting and word-claiming to the strong ones. You know — the ones who actually have a chance at finishing the year with the same gusto and confidence. I shy away from resolutions, because I know my resolve is weak. I have no grand scheme to map out the year; just a plan for today.

But this. This "one word". This made me stir a little in my seat, bounce my pen against the table and look for the closest scrap of paper to start doodling.

So I've picked it.

Wonder.

Not all that shocking, I know. Not all that earth-moving, I know.

This year holds a lot of unknowns. A lot of penciled in to-do lists.

Lots of driving, flights, questions, meetings.

365 days. 365 nights.

But I want the wonder to come back. Whether it's in the middle of a dirt field in Uganda, under a starry sky or somewhere in the tumble of my washing machine, I need wonder to return.

I want to ask more questions and talk less.
I want to hear more mysteries and marvel at them.
I want to see the sparks inside of someone else and let them feel wonderful; disappear in the shadow of their light.
I want to stand under big skies. Starry skies.
Hold little hands. Little hearts.
I want to let time stand still if it needs to.
Get giddy over things that are otherwise ignored.
Pursue wonder.
Let it turn into worship, even.

And maybe find that forgotten language again.

10 comments:

  1. This is beautifully perfect. Wonder. To look and see all that He has created...in us and around us.

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  2. I LOVE the word "Wonder" especially with a sweet innocent Maddie in your presence. Last year, my word of the year was "Bloom" which I somewhat want to keep this year as well. Hoping that this years brings you much joy and wonder, sweet friend.

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  3. that? is a mighty powerful word.

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  4. I think wonder fits you perfectly...:) may you live each day with eyes open....xo

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  5. let wonder "turn to worship" -- mmmm... that is beautiful, andrea. beautiful. i love your poetic thoughts on what "wonder" means to you. this is gonna be a year where you see more beauty and recognize more majesty than you have in a long time....

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  6. Ask more questions and talk less. . .yes, I should!

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  7. Lovely post! Very powerful. We could all use some more wonder in our lives, taking a moment each day to be in awe of our Creator, and His creation. Love the bit about letting wonder turn to worship. Beautiful.

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  8. beautiful. moving.
    and i love your word.
    {WONDER}
    its one of those things we don't realize has gone missing. how i overlooked its absence with two little tots i have no idea. but i will be looking for more wonder this year as well!!

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  9. I like this resolution. Very. Much. :)

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  10. Wonder is something we have to practice every day...like His presence. Without it, the world becomes flat again. I like your word and your words...beautiful!

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