Now I realize that being a solo act I shouldn’t have much to say here, but since I brought it up…
There are a lot of things I really love about kids. Everything is new: good and bad, joy and pain. They get so excited about things. Their emotions are completely unhindered. They are so honest (unless, of course, they’ve done something they shouldn’t have, and then: “It wasn’t me!”).
I am biased enough to say that I think my nieces and nephews are the greatest kids in the world, but I am open minded enough to acknowledge that they have some really stiff competition out there. And they certainly aren’t perfect.
That being said, they have given me such great examples of how I should be living my own life.
One of my nephews received a pirate ship jungle gym when he was about six. He was so excited that he couldn’t finish a sentence before he was on to the next. Eventually, he just stopped talking and raced from item to item until he wound down enough to talk, and then all he talked about was the pirate ship over and over again. Such naked enthusiasm, unrestrained and uncensored.
One of my nieces would explain about horses; everything I wanted to know (and some things I didn’t) about horses. Breeds, riding styles, horse care. She loved them and wanted everyone else to love them too.
I have watched them take large and small roles in plays because all the roles are important. They have participated in competitions, and won some and lost some, but still tell me about all the fun they had, the mistakes made, and everything they learned. They have made friends and lost friends, and learned to trust again.
I’ve also watched as some of this has been eroded away by time and experience.
But wouldn’t it be great to live our lives with the freedom of emotions, and the spirit that we had as kids.
When was the last time we were so excited about God in our lives that we couldn’t finish a sentence? How often do we talk about Christ with all the tiny details that we can fit into the conversation?
When I get to talk to someone about Jesus in my life, I like to think that even if I am not the one to bring them to the Lord, I am a rung in the ladder because all roles are important, large or small.
Parents brought their children to Jesus, and He rebuked the disciples when they tried to keep them away. Jesus held them up as examples to us all.
And what great examples they are.
Peace!
Barb