Once when I was about twenty or so, and my nephew, go was five at the time, we were traveling in a car, when he lit-up with eyes the rivaled the car tires and said, “Wow, look!”
“What,” I responded“Cows” He said about a herd a cows next to the road. I thought at first so what, and then I realized he was right. The Cows on the side of the road as a cause for wonder, as was a young boy gripped by wonder. Wonder is both a form of prayer and a spiritual disciple.