Wonderments

I was always one of those kids who asked “why”? Drove all the adults around me nuts. I was never contented with the answer, “Because it is, that’s why,” or “Because I said so, that’s why.” I haven’t been a kid in many, many years, but that is still a part of my nature. When I was young, they said I was “nosey.” When I was older and finally realized I was a writer, I at least dignified that part of me by saying it was a “writer’s curiosity.” Doesn’t matter whether I am a good writer or a bad writer, doesn’t matter whether I am successful or not, I can still claim that tag.

I wonder about a lot of strange stuff. Always have, always will. I might have a moment when I look down a street, and suddenly see all the different trees on that street, and I wonder at the Being who created them all. What fun he must have had, changing this leaf, coloring that one just a tad differently, making the seeds for this one into little acorns and for those, into pods.
Someone I know has always wondered about the Platypus. He says that on God’s creation spree, he probably was very tired on Saturday night before the Sunday on which he rested, and he took all the leftover animal parts and tossed them onto the Platypus. It tickles me to think of that.

I do know I believe that God has a sense of humor, and that we get ours, for sure, from him. Sometimes I wonder most what it will be like to one day meet this awesome, incredible being. Yep, I wonder.