Wander long. Not wonder long. 

I have to admit that I’m more prone to the latter than the former.  I used to think of it as a writer thing. We have strong imaginations. But now I’m seeing it with people who are big into social media too.  Writers and social media lovers seem to have something in common – we are so good at imagining is the worst.  What if I was to hit a patch of ice while driving over this bridge?  Buy this tool to cut seat belts and smash windows. What if that noise is someone trying to get into the house?  Instant solution – cameras even in the door bell.

If you brain doesn’t play these games, you probably don’t get it.  And that’s cool.  Because those of us who have these tendencies need people who don’t have them to ground us.  That’s one of the many ways my husband is perfect for me.

Don’t you think–


Don’t you worry —


What if–

Let’s go for a walk.

Wandering is an ideal cure for wondering.  Is it the movement?  Is it the fact that when you get out of your head and off your screen and out among real people. I don’t think it is any coincidence that Christ spent so much time with the people.  To be known, you have to be seen.  To know, you have to see.

Definitely a lesson I need to relearn.  Time to go wandering.