Opening my refrigerator, a small round piece of paper floated to the floor. Picking it up I wondered why it has been posted on the door in the first place. Before tossing into the trash can I took a closer look. There in better light was a tiny, unable to be identified, drawing. I have it now at my side as I post this.
Some sweet grandchild had handed it to me and I had made a point of keeping it. They do this alot and no one enjoys it more than me. One of my grandsons, Whitaker, has learned a new thing. He says, "Momma, watch!...Dada, watch!" to his parents as he shows them something he can do. I love this time of their lives when they think anything they do is a special gift to everyone around them. They know we really love their art work, singing songs and doing little dances. They don't hesitate to come, with books in hand, and sit down with me for a read.
Such innocence.
We were all that way once. We thought that the world was a kind place to live and everyone rejoiced with you in all your achievements. Our eyes were on the beautiful and the beautiful was determined by our eyes.... not the eyes of someone else.
I don't really know about you, but I despise that our minds have been ripped apart from that. Oh, I know that growing up is living in reality, but why does it have to be so....rough. Why can't we hold onto some profound joy in just being alive? Just wondering....
Jesus said, "Let the little children come to Me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it. (Italics mine..Mark 10:14-15) This pure statement alone should help us all to walk as if only someone who cares is watching. As for me, I'm thinking that even this blog God would put up on His refrigerator. He loves me that much....just like He loves you.
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