When, exactly, was the day that we lost the wonder? The wonder of watching birds fly, imagining pictures in the clouds, failing to smell the flowers that grow by the front door? When is a stick just a stick and not a sword, a tree just a tree and not something to look at and think, "I could climb that."? When is it that we lose the idea that a few cups, a box and a toy monkey are all we need in life to create endless laughter and play? I'm not sure, but I hope these days of wonder last longer than I think they will... because as I watch my little treasures play and dream and imagine and create, and I think of myself, sadly, being so busy and planned and orchestrated.... I wonder, when exactly did I lose it... and thank God they've come to take me back.
Tara is Greg's girl, mom to two sons of thunder, a hunger fighter, big dreamer and worship pastor at seacoast church.