Where did the wonder go?

I'm tired. I walked out of the house this morning without having a cup of coffee. And now I sit and sip as I read the Text. Things are still a bit hazy as I'm waking up... I have my Bible open in front of me, I'm reading about the resurrection, and I'm very aware of a lack of wonder in me. Have I become so well acquainted with it over the years that it is no longer shocking? Am I just tired at the moment? A combination of the two?

Maybe my real question is this: Is it a good thing to get comfortable with the miraculous?