I have a confession to make – I am late in decorating our house this year. Our tree finally has the lights on it and maybe about a dozen ornaments but it still is standing very incomplete.
Yesterday I thought it would be fun, or interesting at best, to attempt to do some decorating with Jocelyn. After hanging the few ornaments, she became frustrated at needing help to get them to stay on, so we moved onto stringing the stair rails with lights and beads and bows.
And then it happened …..
Jocelyn opened the box and this little guy was on the top ….
All her sense of helping me decorate was lost! She had a new friend. To add to her excitement, when Winnie’s paw is squeezed, he sings and claps his cymbals.
I will readily admit, all sense of decorating, even for me, was lost as I watched Jocelyn’s complete joy and wonder ….
And then her laughter as she let him clap her finger between his cymbals …
There is nothing as beautiful as the look of wonder on the face of a child.
This morning I am remembering the wonder and astonishment of a few others:
“The star they had seen in the east guided them to Bethlehem. It went ahead of them and stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw, they were filled with joy! They entered the house and saw the child with his mother, Mary, and they bowed and worshiped him.” (Matthew 2:9-11, NLT)
These wise men were in wonder of all they beheld that night.
The Baby in a manger.
I desire eyes filled with the wonder of Him.