Wonder Woman

When I die I want people to say, there goes Wonder Woman.  It was great to know her.

The “new thing” these days is to come up with a word that you latch on to and claim for a new year.  I guess people are finally done with resolutions.  So, it’s January, and I’ve been thinking of what my “word” should be for 2019.  It hit me yesterday morning during my time with Jesus.  I am currently reading about Elijah in I Kings 18-19.   

Now, I’ve read these chapters many times over the years and have many notes and highlights throughout these chapters.  But, boy, yesterday the Holy Spirit gave me so much insight into these verses.  It was wondrous.  There were lots of “WOW moments” at the insight and knowledge I was receiving and understanding.  When this happens, and I’ve only felt this way in one other instance (more about that later), I am elevated in my spirit, and sort of can’t catch my breath.  It is mystical…this sense of wonder.  I feel connected to God on a level unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

This is my word.  Wonder. 

Actually, it is my word for my life.  I want to live in this sense of wonder.  Children experience it all the time.  Their hearts are so open to all that God has created in them and for them to enjoy.  They have yet to be corrupted, jaded and beaten down by this broken, sin-filled world. It is glorious really to watch them in their wonder.  And, I long for that.

In my late in life (I cringe saying that!) pursuit of art, being immersed in it and creating it, I have experienced this sense of wonder.  It has lit a fire in my soul that I cannot ignore.  When the brush touches the canvas and leaves paint there in a “just so way,” I catch my breath and stand there in wonder.  God has put something deep within me that somehow comes out through my hand, into the brush and onto the canvas.  It is not of my doing.  That’s the best I can explain it.

Now, that doesn’t happen every time.  And, you may look at my work and say, “Eh, I could do that!”  But, I’m learning and realizing that that doesn’t matter.  If the piece never gets sold and it just hangs in my living room (poor David)…it gives me such joy and wonder to realize that came out of me and is from God.

This wonder that I feel in both these experiences comes from within, deep within, and, in both cases, it is of God.  God is in me.  God lives within me.  And, He manifests Himself in me through wonder.  Now, that’s a mystery and a wonder in itself.

So, I don’t want to be remembered for mighty acts and superhuman strength like the Wonder Woman of the comic strips.  I want people to know me as the woman who passionately pursued the wonder of God and all He has created for us and in us to enjoy and glorify Him.

Cindy