Rediscovering Wonder

Recently, I realized that I lost the “wonder” in my life. I’m not sure how long it has been gone. What I do know is that I miss it. I thought back over the last few years to see if I could discern what caused this to happen. There are several things that led to my loss of wonder. I imagine some are yet to be discovered. I needed to learn to live life again, to see it as an adventure. I needed to "open my eyes," both literally and figuratively, and see the world around me. Sometimes I forget to see beyond the obvious. I forget to see and appreciate all the blessings that God has given me through the many circumstances of life that don't always come in the form of what I would typically call a blessing.

I am retired. But, with being in a new town and "starting over," I needed something to do. So, I began volunteering at the Patrick County Visitor's Center. The people who work here are great! I have never had such an encouraging "boss." My volunteer work turned into a part time job. And, with that job came opportunities for personal growth. One week, I was warned that on Friday, I would take a County Car and drive to parts of the county to replenish tourism brochures, tidy up displays and pick up brochures that were needed in the main Visitor's Center. 

Oh, my! This person who lived overseas, learned to drive a motorcycle at age 39, and had to borrow vehicles every time she was stateside, now was worried about driving a vehicle that wasn't mine. Sandra, The Director of the Visitor's Center kept reminding me to "breathe." And, she reminded me that "Life is an Adventure!" How could I forget this simple truth?

The car was packed. I set off. And, as I drove I saw some of the most amazing scenery. Wait! What was this alien feeling? I do believe I started to discover "wonder" again. I have a long way to go. But, I'm traveling in the right direction. I'm looking forward to my next County Road Trip. I know it will reinforce that "wonder" that I'm discovering anew.

 

The Many Faces of Wonder



 

Today, I visited the village of Kondokpie, a community of Kalsagri. It is the village where Naamal was living with her grandmother. Since Rev. Job, who has taken so much time with the care of Naamal while she was in the hospital and after, was in Lawra, I asked him to go with me to visit Naamal's grandmother. Friends of mine, Tula and Gary Crumpton, came along with us. When we arrived at the house, we asked for Naamal's Maakum (Grandmother.) We were told that her grandmother traveled south to Techiman to see Naamal! Amazing! This is the woman who pleaded with me to help her grandchild because no one else would help her.



 

Instead of leaving, we greeted the chief of this small community. Then, we showed him the before and after pictures of Naamal. Words cannot express the look on his face...awe, astonishment, wonder...and then, the photos were passed around. Naamal's uncle, who cannot hear or speak, was jumping up and down with joy, showing the pictures to extended family. People kept coming from their homes and from "out of nowhere" to see...male and female, young and old, all wanted to see the difference in Naamal. Unbelief...realizing a miracle had taken place. Everyone was so happy and so grateful. At least twenty people came all at once and shook our hands to thank us. I responded, "Barka Naangmen!" (Thank God!) Naamal's uncle went to the family house and came out with a bag of groundnuts from his family farm. He just didn't know what to say. Those were holy moments...moments when God was present and experienced by all. Even as we walked back to the truck, more people came to see the photos. They could not believe that this was possible! Our God is so good...to take a five year old girl who was seen as worthless to her parents, and He gave he a new life...a new face...her family back. Praise God for all of His wonderful deeds!