This week is about wonder.
Her face bursts into a grin when I make my smile, eyes scrunched up and nose crinkling in her tiny, perfect face. She wiggles toes and arms and rocks back and forth on her blanket, staring into my eyes like there is nothing else in the world to look at. She is a five month old reminder of the miracles God makes out of the abounding, overflowing love in His heart.
I pick her up and the world dissolves for a few moments in the awe of her - how she is formed, yet her tummy and squirming limbs remind me that she will keep growing, spiraling through years and dresses and putting things in her mouth and laughing, so much of that. But right now, in this moment, in this living room, her parents looking on in the same wonder and amazement, I have eyes only for her.
Because she is the reminder of the wonder - that God loves us each wildly and fiercely, that He delights in our flailing limbs and our first few hesitant rickety steps towards Him. He sees us as those miracle seeds, His children. He sees our stumbling and He holds us tight, just as I hold this little girl and rock her close and feel her little body in my lap. I remember that the wonder keeping the stars in orbit, the wonder of bird nesting in the lilac bush, the wonder of understanding each other, the wonder of meeting someone new who you love, the wonder of this achingly beautiful world is just this: that His love is the single thread running through it.