I wonder as I wander. I wander as I wonder. My mind wanders to how I should spend my time, my money and my gifts this season. I wonder what I should give to others. What I want for myself. I wonder how much my wandering thoughts take me away from the One who inspires awe. Will I wander to Bethlehem or will I walk with intent?
How does one wander and wonder without doubt? How can this
wonderful season cause so much tension in me? One minute I marvel and witness
the miracle of birth. The next I wander into doubt and fear, wondering if I
will ever be still and know. Will I ever trust completely? Or will I meander
off into self-pity or selfish pride? Will I pretend that everything is
wonderful, when in reality the world rubs off and keeps me wandering into fields
where there is no Shepherd?
A sheep lost without a Shepherd is my deepest fear. Yet, I
marvel that He finds me every time. He leaves the flock and I am found once
again.
We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.
We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way.
And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,
on him, on him.
We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way.
And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,
on him, on him.
(Isaiah 53:6 The Message)