After receiving world-wide acclaim as a literary genius, H.G. Wells grew more and more cynical in his later years. His state of mind is reflected in this confession: “I go out now and look up at the stars in the same way I look at the pattern of wallpaper in the railway station waiting room.”

Life can do that to us, can’t it?

Occasionally we hear a still small voice ask, “Is this all there is?”

We have this sense that we were created for more.

How do we get this way? How do our senses get dulled? What happens to us so that we no longer stand in awe of the miracle of life?

1) Some of us have suffered too much loss, too much disappointment, too much illness, too many shattered dreams, too much loneliness, too much rejection. When experiencing life hurts too much for too long, we lear…