Amazed

At first it was leaving Salt Lake City that I began to marvel. Perhaps because the other flight I was in a middle seat and could not see what was below. I watched the world slowly become small images and then nothing but bland brown, circles or green which probably meant irrigation and large cliffs, dunes and miles of seemingly flat nothing. But nothing prepares you for being amazed as much as the boring. If we see amazing every minute we are pulled into its spectacular intensity but when you have boring, boring, Boeing and then wham… it stays with you a bit longer and stronger. Hence, from Boring to Mt Hood. From brown to white. From dirt to snow. From rainy cloudy Minnesota to sunny Oregon.

Life has the ability to slowly amaze us or like fireworks during the finale, each blast woes and teases us that more is coming and they will be even better….

I have a feeling those who live in the shadow of the amazing perhaps are Dulled to its wow ability. Then again maybe not. I never want to get to where I feel God move and sense his leading and don’t go wow. I want to feel the pit of my stomach churn, my heart rate accelerate and my face go face first to where I sense God might be. I want to feel it over and over again… I want to be amazed over and over and over again.