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The Waiting Curve — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ — The Waiting Curve - Series 7 of 12

In the quiet, a curve begins. The light falls so that part of the eggshell shines while the rest disappears into shadow — smooth, unbroken, but hidden from view. You know the rest of it is there, even though you can’t see it yet. Life works like that.   Chick development follows its own curve — what biologists call an S-curve. It starts slow, almost nothing to notice at first. Then, in the middle, there’s a sudden surge of change — feathers forming, organs finishing, movements beginnin

“Not All Birds Hatch Alike” — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ — The Waiting Curve - Series 6 of 12

Some are born ready to run.   Others are born needing help.   In the bird world, it’s called the precocial–altricial divide. Precocial (pree-KOH-shul) chicks — like chickens, ducks, and quail — hatch with eyes open, downy feathers, and enough strength to walk within hours. They eat, drink, and explore almost immediately.   But altricial (al-TRISH-ul) birds — like robins, sparrows, and doves — hatch helpless. Eyes closed. Skin bare. Heads wobbling. They can’t regulat

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“When the Chick Teaches the Turkey” — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ — The Waiting Curve - Series 5 of 12

It sounds like the start of a joke.   A chick walks into a brooder full of turkeys…   But it’s not a punchline — it’s poultry science.   On some farms, newly hatched chicks are placed alongside young turkeys to teach them how to live. Turkeys are a little slower to figure things out. They may not instinctively find food or water, and they sometimes need guidance just to respond to their surroundings.   But a chick? A chick comes ready. Curious. Energetic.

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And so it Begins...

Just start writing....?   I feel like I'm starting with no real guide, no confidence in the quality.  Someone please give me the arrows to follow. Draw the dotted lines for me to trace.  Show me how to make an A, B, C. Let me perfectly cut it out. Or color in the space and not go outside the lines.   Then you judge it. Will you see where my hand slipped, where I didn't hold the pencil just right?  Of course you will. How could you not?   What if

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ChrisW in Musing #1

What You Do Here...Is Noticed There

I was recently meditating on all of the people who visit this site on a daily basis...usernames I see on nearly every forum commenting, reacting...people who are just present day to day...week to week...year after year.   No matter who starts a post or write something on a forum, they are usually the first ones to make their presence known. I don't have to name names, you guys know who you are...and please rest assured, the rest of us deeply appreciate you...not only because you keep t

When Harm Becomes Healing

Sometimes harm feels permanent. A cruel word that echoes for years. A betrayal that steals peace. A loss that leaves the chest hollow and aching.   What if—without erasing the pain—Jehovah could weave the very threads of harm into something good? Joseph saw that happen. “Although you meant to harm me,” he told his brothers, “God intended it to turn out well and to preserve many people alive, as he is doing today.” (Genesis 50:20)   And yet—before the ending was

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“Born Independent, Still Protected” — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ — The Waiting Curve - Series 4 of 12

She doesn’t feed them. She doesn’t have to.   By the time a chick hatches, it’s ready to eat on its own. Everything it needs for those first few days was packed inside the egg — including a yolk sac the size of a marble, drawn into its body just before hatching. That tiny reserve fuels the chick’s first steps into the world. Strong. Capable. Unshaken.   But don’t confuse that independence for abandonment.   The hen doesn’t hover because she’s uninvolved. She’s

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“Ready from the Start” — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ — The Waiting Curve - Series 3 of 12

No fanfare. No rehearsal. Just… go.   That’s the chick’s first experience of life outside the egg. One minute it’s tucked in a fluid-filled shell, surrounded by quiet and warmth. The next, it’s up on its feet — blinking, peeping, and pecking at the ground as if it’s been practicing for weeks.   There’s no training class.   No feeding tutorial.   No “how to breathe air” orientation.   And yet, within hours, this little creature knows how to do eve

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“The 21-Day Countdown” — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ — The Waiting Curve - Series 2 of 12

It’s always 21.   Not 19. Not 24.   Twenty-one days from the time the egg is laid to the moment the shell breaks open. It doesn’t matter if the chick is hatched in a barn, in a forest, or in an incubator under a lightbulb in someone’s basement — the rhythm doesn’t change.   But how does the chick know?   There’s no calendar inside the egg. No alarm clock. No coaching. No voice saying, “It’s time.”   And yet, somewhere deep in that unseen place wh

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“Before the Shell” — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ — The Waiting Curve - Series 1 of 12

An egg is so familiar, it’s easy to forget what it is — and what it isn’t.   It isn’t the beginning.   We say, “life begins inside the egg,” but by the time that egg takes shape, life is already underway. Fertilization doesn’t happen inside the shell. It happens earlier — internally, within the hen. Before a single layer of shell begins to form, a microscopic joining of cells has already set the process in motion.   By the time we ever glimpse the smooth surface of

PREVIEW: — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ — The Waiting Curve

Where does a curve begin?   At the edge of light? In the slope we cannot see? Or in the hand that shapes it — before it’s even touched the air?   What if motion had already started… but in a way only Jehovah could see?   What if the design was ancient, but the unfolding was just now?   Could strength be embedded before there’s anything to lift?   Could direction be planted long before there’s anywhere to go?

“The ‘Wonder’ Was There Before You Were You” — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ —

“The ‘Wonder’ Was There Before You Were You” — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ —   Before you ever had a name — before the world knew who you would be, boy or girl — your body had already started making nipples.   Around the fourth week after conception, those little nubs began forming along a line that every mammal has. By week six, they were there, right in place — regardless of whether you would grow to be male or female.   The blueprint of the human body doesn’t

​​​​​​​“Your Epidermis Is Showing” — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ —

When we were kids, we had a little trick — the kind of thing only siblings or sneaky friends would try. We’d lean in close and whisper, “Your epidermis is showing.” That fancy-sounding word usually triggered mild panic. Hands would fly to zippers. Shirt fronts were tugged. Once, someone even turned around in a circle. But the truth was: their skin was showing. Of course it was — everyone’s is. But the word made it sound scandalous.   Turns out, there’s an even bigger word hiding beneat

“You Can Pray Again” — a Scriptural Consideration —

Whom can we turn to when our thoughts grow loud and our strength grows thin?   We know the answer. We’ve known it since we were young. Still, some days it’s harder to remember.   Jehovah invites us — no, He welcomes us — to speak to Him. Not once. Not twice. But constantly. “Pray constantly,”the Bible urges us (1 Thessalonians 5:17, NWT). As often as the heart aches, as often as the day clouds, as often as the path feels unclear — pray.   What if Jehovah were counti

He Strengthens Those Who Stand With Him — a Scriptural Consideration —

There are moments when fear slips in like a shadow at dusk — uninvited, quiet, cold. A doctor’s tone turns cautious. A supervisor’s mood shifts. A neighbor makes an accusation. You try to stay calm, but your stomach tightens and your chest feels hollow. You ask yourself, What did I do wrong? Why is this happening? The answers don’t come. But one thing rises: panic.   What if that fear isn’t something to shrink from… but a stage set for boldness?   What if the real question is

Eyes That Stay Focused — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ —

Owls have three eyelids.   That’s not an exaggeration or a poetic flourish — it’s biology. One upper, one lower, and one that slides sideways across the eye like a windshield wiper. That third one, called the nictitating membrane, is nearly transparent. It protects the eye, keeps it clean, and does all this without interrupting the owl’s vision.   So even when it blinks — it doesn’t lose focus.   That might be the most impressive part of an already remarkable hunter

The Stain That Came After — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ —

The first thing you notice is the speckled mess across your windshield. Not bird droppings. Not pollen. It’s worse — splattered lovebugs, baked in by the sun. Their fragile bodies hit like a whisper but dry like epoxy. Wait too long, and you’ll need more than elbow grease. You’ll need new paint.     Most people associate the lovebug with Florida. But it’s not just Florida — these insects swarm across the southeastern United States, including Texas, Louisiana, Alabama, Georgia, and

The Color of Capability — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ —

Some animals dazzle with stripes, feathers, or antlers. But one of the most quietly powerful creatures in the forest flashes a streak of burnt orange — right across its front teeth.   At first glance, you might assume the beaver just has bad dental hygiene. But that deep orange shine isn’t from plaque or pigment. It’s the result of a natural glaze — a microscopically thin surface layer rich in minerals and aromatic compounds. More than decoration, it’s protection. That layer shields th

What Love Brings to the Table  — a Scriptural Consideration — 

Some meals sit heavy in the stomach. Not because of the food, but because of the atmosphere. You’ve tasted that before, haven’t you? A quiet table. Tension in the air. A feast prepared with effort, maybe even extravagance — yet every bite feels dry in the mouth.   Now picture a humble plate of vegetables. Nothing fancy. No garnish. But across the table, there’s laughter. A gentle tone. A warm glance. That meal? It nourishes the heart.   Scripture captures that contrast with s

The Strength to Carry On — a Scriptural Consideration —

There may be times when you’ve poured out loving devotion for others, and yet your strength begins to fade. What if no one noticed? What if no one spoke a word of appreciation?   Could it be that Jehovah often sees when loyal service becomes exhausting? Might He reach out through someone else—not always dramatically, but gently, when it’s needed most? Could that be what happened when He moved Boaz to speak encouraging words to Ruth, reminding her that her kindness had not gone unoticed

What’s It Really Worth? — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ —

A single Yubari melon usually sells for somewhere between $50 and $100 — already a high price for fruit. But in 2019, a matched pair of top-grade melons sold at auction for nearly $45,000. What kind of melon could possibly be worth that much?   Well, it turns out this isn’t your average fruit stand find. These melons are grown in Yubari, a small town on Japan’s northern island of Hokkaido. The region’s volcanic soil, carefully controlled greenhouses, and cool climate are ideal for cult

What if… someone powerful knew your name? — a Scriptural Consideration —

Not just someone famous.   Someone . . . whose voice created galaxies. (Psalm 33:6)   Someone . . . who paints sunsets across continents. (Psalm 113:3)   Someone . . . who carved ocean trenches deeper than mountains are tall. (Psalm 95:4)   Someone . . . who formed the octopus with three hearts . . . and the hummingbird with none to spare. (Psalm 104:24)   Someone . . . whose whisper can still your fear. (Psalm 94:19; Isaiah 30:21)   Wh

The Oldest “Known” Seed Ever Sprouted — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ —

A tiny seed, no bigger than a grain of rice, slept beneath the frozen banks of a Siberian river. It had been buried there for thousands of years — possibly tens of thousands — tucked into the ancient burrow of a ground squirrel. The squirrel never returned. But the seed endured.   It remained in that frozen chamber, perfectly preserved, longer than any human civilization has lasted. It survived mammoths, ice sheets, and the rise and fall of entire cultures. Then, in 2012, scientists at

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