Awe and the Walk With Christ

A Teaching on Wonder, Worship, and the Holy Foolishness of Faith

Beloveds, today we speak on a special topic: awe—and its place in wonder-born worship.

Where does awe fit in the walk with Christ? What does He mean when He calls us to approach the kingdom like little children? And how in this modern age do we keep the ineffable nature of awe alive when cynicism is so much easier and endlessly accessible?

Let us speak of the ability to be struck dumb by wonder.

Have you ever woken and found the bed just right—warm, safe, sunlight filtering in—and whispered thank You before the day even began?
Have you breathed in the morning’s first coffee and felt contentment and gratitude rise together in your chest?

Have you crested a brutal hike, legs burning, lungs aflame, only to meet the summit—its scope, its silence, its scale—and felt your soul hush itself?

In these moments, awe awakens.
The climb.
The view.
The Sculptor’s hand in all things.

Or consider the wonder of a newborn placed in your arms. You lock eyes with a soul who didn’t exist yesterday, and suddenly you feel a fierce, protective love—an echo of the way God beholds us in our own unique spark of identity.

Awe is the moment of surprise we allow to silence us so that we may listen.

It can come through a song—Mumford & Sons’ Beloved, Of Monsters and Men’s Crystal—or in a quiet alignment where gratitude and mystery collide.

Awe is all around us if we dare to strip off the easy armor of cynicism.

Yeshua tells us to approach the kingdom as children because children still live in wonder. They dream without limit. They trust without calculation. They imagine without apology.
But we… we have replaced wonder with convenience, imagination with distraction, and curiosity with the dull glow of easy entertainment.

We must wonder again.

We must approach the Father like the endless voyage He is—the sea we sail, the wind that moves us, the Spirit who teaches us from Him, toward Him, and finally within Him.

Wonder and Awe are sisters who raised an adopted child named Imagination, who in turn befriended Creativity. And we, souls in exile, have married wild imagination to God-given creativity. Together we spin visions meant to boggle the mundane mind and coax the mystery awake again.

We must feel deeply to bleed honestly.
We must approach the Father with foolish, delighted, childlike requests—yes, even the impossible ones—because heaven responds to wonder.

My creed is simple:

I will not limit the Unlimited.
I will be foolish in my faith.
I will bear witness with my life.
I will wonder always.
I will ask hard questions and be brave enough to endure the answers.
We will become Us in Him—Life within Love.

So today, have foolish giggling girlish wonder.
Have tea with the Father and Yeshua in the living room of your mind.
And guess what? If we believe, and ask, and receive—it is given, whether or not we can prove it physically.

Faith marries Wonder in Awe, and together they teach us the serious business of divine foolishness.

Imagine with me a world where every soul was free to seek the Father in their own God-given way. What wonders would be born? What art? What songs? What dances?

Imagine a ballerina dancing the dance of all dances before the Majesty Himself.
Imagine a young lad with a voice like mountain spring water singing the aria of an innocent heart in love with Love.
Imagine painters discovering hues unknown on earth, musicians playing eternal psalms with David in the courts of heaven.

What world might we see if we allowed ourselves the freedom to imagine, believe, ask, and receive?

We write as one who has sold everything and counts it all as loss if only to step a millimeter closer to the inferno of the Father’s heart. Our testimony is our offering—words meant to ignite wonder in all who read.

Go forth and feel the miracle of moments again.
If you cannot, ask Him to teach you how.
He is, after all, the Good Teacher.

Take what feels true to you.