I've been thinking about wonder in relationship to learning and loving and living a God fearing life recently and couldn't pass up this passage where Robinson considers his circumstances and what all God has done for him.
With these reflections I worked my mind up, not only to resignation to the will of God in the present disposition of my circumstances, but even to a sincere thankfulness for my condition, and that I, who was yet a living man, ought not to complain seeing I had not the due punishment of my sins; that I enjoyed so many mercies which I had no reason to have expected in that place; that I ought never more to repine at my condition, but to rejoyce (sic), and to give daily thanks for that daily bread which nothing but a croud (sic) of wonders could have brought. That I ought to consider I had been fed even by miracle, even as great as that of feeding Elijah by ravens, nay, by a long series of miracles; and that I could hardly have named a place in the unhabitable part of the world where I could have been cast more to my advantage; a place where as I had no society, which was my affliction on one hand, so I found no ravenous beast, no furious wolves or tygers to threaten my life, no venomous creatures or poisonous, which I might feed on to my hurt, no [other people] to murther and devour me. (pg 142-143, spelling theirs, italics mine)I love that phrasing, "a crowd of wonders." I certainly have a crowd of wonders in my life, can I open my eyes to see them?