I marvel at the limitless possibilities of a child’s imagination.
One of my twins came home with this rock yesterday – “Mom, look it’s a cwris-tol!”
He carried it everywhere. He gave it a nice protective LEGO home while we waited for his brothers at speech. When the lessons ended, he made sure to carefully deconstruct the home so that the cwris-tol could return to his pocket and stay with him at night. Among the three brothers, I heard tales of the cwris-tol’s journey from under the sea to the bin at the store to the awaiting hands of a teacher and finally to our home. And more…
“Mom… if we hit this cwris-tol with a hammer, hard, it’ll break open and there will be so many more cwris-tols inside. It’ll be so awesome!”
Forget about science for a moment and bask in the creation story alive in these young minds… their innate ability to see creation alive and glorious even in a simple stone.
Rainer Maria Wilke’s Book of Hours contains such beautiful and thought-provoking verses. This one spoke to me this morning about seeing God creating in everything, if we just let our minds be free to imagine it.
“Only in our doing can we grasp you.
Only with our hands can we illumine you.
The mind is but a visitor:
it thinks us out of our world.
Each mind fabricates itself.
We sense its limits, for we have made them.
And just when we would flee them,
you come and make of yourself an offering.
I don’t want to think a place for you.
Speak to me from everywhere.
Your Gospel can be comprehended without
looking for its source.
When I go toward you it is with my whole life.”
When I go toward you…
It is with my whole life.
Every cwris-tol, every imagining, every dream.
How can you see God in everything today?
