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Glimpses of Wonder™: Reflections on Jehovah’s Remarkable Design

An invitation to slow down, look closer, and be amazed.

 

Everywhere we turn, Jehovah’s handiwork speaks—sometimes in whispers, sometimes in wide-eyed wonder. Glimpses of Wonder™ takes you on a journey through the marvels of creation: from the clever mechanics of a horse’s leg to the glow of deep-sea creatures, from the balance of brain chemistry to the elegance of a falling leaf.

 

Some entries will make you laugh. Some will make you pause. But all of them aim for the same thing: to stir up awe—and give credit where it’s due.

 

Blending science, storytelling, and a deep love for the Creator, this series doesn’t just celebrate the natural world. It invites you to see what’s always been there… a little differently.

Entries in this blog

Riding the Invisible Sky — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ —

Picture a spider no bigger than a freckle, climbing to the tip of a blade of grass. It pauses, raises its front legs, and releases a thread of silk. The strand doesn’t just float on the breeze. It shivers, stretches, and suddenly carries the spider into the air. The tiny passenger is gone — not just drifting on wind, but sailing on something deeper.   Many who ride the air this way are spiderlings — baby spiders that hatch from a silken egg sac already looking like miniature adults. Do

Black for a Reason — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ —

Natural rubber doesn’t begin life as a tough, black tire. It starts much softer—tapped from the slender bark of the Pará rubber tree (Hevea brasiliensis) as a milky latex. In its raw form, it appears pale—white or creamy—with subtle shades of yellow or brown depending on natural compounds like proteins or resins present in the latex (Rubber Board India).   Look even deeper, and you discover an astonishing truth: the very trees that provide this latex are themselves built from carbon. W

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

A dozen eggs. The carton is full now. If you’ve followed along, you’ve seen it quietly change — one egg, then two, then three — until today, twelve. Maybe you noticed the count, maybe you didn’t. But here it is, complete. And isn’t that how Jehovah works? What He builds isn’t always loud or obvious — but it is steady, it is sure, and in time, it is whole.   Look closer at the eggs themselves. They appear fragile, as if a careless touch could ruin them. And yet the shell, with its gentl

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The Bantam’s Gift — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ — The Waiting Curve - Series 11 of 12

Not every chicken is built the same. Some are made for laying — dependable, almost mechanical in their rhythm. A Rhode Island Red or a White Leghorn can fill a carton with eggs faster than you can make an omelet. But ask them to brood? To sit faithfully and bring those eggs to life? Forget it. They’ll wander off the nest, distracted, bored, moving on before the work is done.   Then there’s the bantam hen. She doesn’t lay many eggs, and what she does lay are smaller. But give her a clut

The Brooding Lesson — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ — The Waiting Curve - Series 10 of 12

If you’ve never raised chickens, the word brooding might sound gloomy, like a stormy mood. But in the barnyard, brooding means something tender and remarkable. It’s when a hen, after laying her clutch of eggs, settles herself over them, wings spread, body heat steady, eyes watchful. She gives herself to the task of bringing life forward.   Here’s the part I didn’t know until I first researched it: a hen lays about one egg per day, and she won’t begin brooding until her nest is nearly c

“The Sky Isn’t the End” — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ — The Waiting Curve - Series 9 of 12

“The Sky Isn’t the End” — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ —   For most birds, flight isn’t the finish line. It’s the starting point.   The chick grows. It hatches. It walks. It learns to fly — and we cheer, because that feels like the goal. The summit. The release. But flight is only the beginning of a much greater journey.   Now come migrations. Now come storms. Now come hunger, risk, and the wide unknown.   A bird must learn to trust the wind — to ride t

Beyond the Nest — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ — The Waiting Curve - Series 8 of 12

The day comes when the nest is behind them. Wings spread, the young bird glides into a world it has only watched from above. The first moments are clumsy — wingbeats uneven, balance still learning its rhythm. But the sky does not scold; it simply receives the bird, giving it space to try, to adjust, to find its strength.   It’s a truth written into creation: leaving the nest isn’t about perfection — it’s about readiness. A fledgling that hesitates forever will never discover what those

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

“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.

“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

“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

“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

“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

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’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

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

A Stone Witness to Prophecy Fulfilled — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ —

Inspired by w18 No. 2    Tourists walk under it every day. They snap photos, eat gelato, and check maps while standing in the shadow of an ancient arch. Some hardly glance up. But there it stands—weathered, cracked, and almost indifferent to time. The Arch of Titus, built nearly 2,000 years ago, has seen empires fall and rise again. Yet it remains… quietly honest.   The marble relief inside tells a story: Roman soldiers in motion, carrying off sacred objects—a golden lampstan

“Only Using 10%?” — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ —

I had always heard the claim that we only use 10% of our brains. It was said so often that I never questioned it. It sounded believable. After all, it often feels like more of my mind is offline than on — especially when I walk into a room and forget why I’m there.   But as it turns out, that familiar statistic has no basis in fact. Brain scans show that nearly all areas of the brain stay active — even at rest. We’re not underusing the brain. We’re using it the way it was designed: wit

The Wind Blew — a Glimpse of Wonder entry™ —

Inspired by a riddle @Tortuga shared. July 7, 2016   The wind blew. Not a storm, not a gale — just one of those sudden, cheeky gusts that slips through the house when a door swings wide.   The frame on the shelf wobbled. A photo of a little girl, maybe five or six, holding up a fishbowl with both hands and a grin you could hear.   The frame fell.   The glass bowl shattered.   And Mary — Mary was the goldfish.   She didn’t

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