As I was contemplating awe, my five-year-old son drew a picture of a large, multi-colored, sparkling hand with a small stick figure beside it and the letters WOW.
“It’s God’s hand,” he said. “See how it is full of magic?”
“It’s beautiful!” I replied. “And who is that?”
“It’s just a person. See how they’re saying wow?”
Thank you, my wise child, for teaching me about awe. When we are graced with those glimmers of God’s hands in the world, the places where presence breaks through, we are just people saying “wow.”