I feel like I've been sleepwalking over the past few months, and I'm just now starting to wake up. I mean, I've been here, going through the motions, feeding the girls and changing diapers and playing outside, but at the same time, I haven't been here. I've been missing out on the wonder of everyday life.

The other day, I was reading through the first chapter of Margaret Feinberg's Wonderstruck again, and her words resonated with me. They fit me like a glove - I very well could have written them myself.

"Faith invites us into an enchanting journey—one marked by mysteries of divine beauty, holy courage, irrepressible hope, unending love. But in my life, any sense of the splendor of God had faded. I knew I needed a fresh encounter with God to awaken me from my sleep, to disturb me from my slumber.
And so I prayed for wonder."
—Margaret Feinberg, Wonderstruck

I know I'm not alone here. As I played outside with the girls yesterday, Kendall was absolutely mesmerized by these bubbles. Something so simple and commonplace - and yet they were nothing of the sort to her. She was wonderstruck...and I was convicted. I'm afraid that I've stopped allowing myself to be wonderstruck, not just by God, but by anything at all.

I have stopped expecting to meet God in this everyday life. Instead of straining to hear His voice, I've all but tuned Him out. And that, my friends, has got to change. These days, I'm praying for wonder. I desperately need a fresh dose of it in my life. As a stay at home mom, it's entirely too easy to get sucked into the monotony of wiping snotty noses and fixing peanut butter sandwiches...again.

It doesn't have to be that way, y'all. We can choose to be awestruck instead of rundown, filled with wonder instead of running on empty. It's a matter of perspective.