Wonder

I wonder at His ways
So different than mine
Higher
Stiller
Wider
Deeper

I wonder at my life
long string of happenstance
and serendipity
Strange coincidences
and funny occurrences
all tying together
into something, somehow
He can use

I wonder at my heart
Still full of Africa
Yet planted here
I wonder if it will ever not hurt
so bad

I wonder why
I wonder when
I wonder how
and who
and what

I wonder
I wonder
I wonder

But in the end I simply trust
My questions silenced
not by His disapproval
But by the stillness of His perfect peace

No answers are forthcoming
But He is good
His plans for me are good
And for the world
for Africa
The continent I love so well

I am learning to walk with confidence
Holding His hand tight
Smiling into a future
Full of wonder and the unknown

40 thoughts on “Wonder

  1. “I wonder at my heart
    Still full of Africa
    Yet planted here
    I wonder if it will ever not hurt
    so bad.”

    These spoke to me, because I’ve been there, right there, with my heart in Africa and my body here. And I think what you’ve written is beautiful in your determination to be rooted in the faith of a child – and the maturity of an adult who’s learning, with time, to walk with God in the here and now with the future unclear – with a heart that trusts his goodness.

  2. I loved this part, I wonder at my life
    long string of happenstance
    and serendipity
    Strange coincidences
    and funny occurrences
    all tying together
    into something, somehow
    He can use”

    Because it amazes me that God intricately weaves my life into something amazing. Little things like the people I meet or why I drive down a certain road at a certain time. Thank you for sharing your writing.

  3. Hi Annelise
    I understand and appreciate your longing for Africa. I am a South African and cannot even imagine living in any other continent than Africa. You poem touched my heart in deep places where silence and peace oftentimes compete with questions about the uncertainty of this world. But, then when He becomes our security like in the last verse of your poem, a confidence we cannot explain makes us smile like the Mona Lis at our life ahead. Oh, thank you!! I loved this!
    Much love and blessings
    Mia

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