I miss being a child.
I remember when my greatest concern was whether or not I would be permitted to go outside. If I was stuck inside, I would manage to make the best of my day (speeding down the stairs in a pillowcase was one of my favorite sports), but I would much rather be outdoors where I could climb trees, sing to the animals, make tunnels through tall weeds, and dig in the dirt. How wonderful it was to have a mind untouched by the rules, voices and cares of this world.
Somewhere along the way, life got complicated.
Paying bills, doing taxes, working to pay bills and do taxes, budgeting, responsibilities here, commitments there, keeping one eye on the presidential campaign while keeping the other on gas prices. Granted, these things are all a part of this vapor of life on earth, but how I often long to toss my inhibitions aside and forget every concern. For those cares tend to wrap me up and rob me of the simplicity of faith.
I am awed by the way Jesus illustrated the Kingdom of God and its inheritors. He didn't point to the educated, the powerful, the greatly influential, or the wealthy. He pointed to birds, flowers and children. None of which have an impression to make, a reputation to withhold or a status to achieve. Self-righteous cities could not comprehend this, and Jesus gave thanks. (Mat. 11:25)
If my life had a theme song, I think it would be "Gideon" by Jason Upton...
I don't have the power,
I don't even have a clue.
I don't know all the answers,
I don't even know a few.
And if I were really honest,
And the truth were known of me,
It may sound a little funny,
But this is what my prayer would be...
I don't know what to do,
But my eyes are You.
Much of the time, I feel like a tongue-tied fool who has little to offer, and I certainly don't have the answers for many things even in my own life - but I do know how to look to my Father and that's all I need. Praise God, I don't have to figure everything out! What a pressure-lift in the midst of a super-driven culture that wants to demystify everything. It is the simple trusting ones whom He uses to destroy the influence of evil over men's lives. Those who just trust as they walk through life. They go through the fire, and they're singing.
That's who I want to be.
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4 comments:
boy can i relate!
Sarah, that last paragraph sounds like you are inside my head! It seems like most of my life I am listening to someone else say something deep and amazing while I just flash them a goofy smile and a thumbs up! I have not been gifted with articulate speech or literary genius...but I know my Lord and that is all I need. I echo those sentiments. Thanks for the lyrics to that beautiful song. Keep your eyes heavenward sister!
I LOVE the pictures you paint of your childhood memories. Though I grew up in a city, big city, Washington DC, and we had very different childhoods, you brought me back to mine anyway with your descriptions. Sliding down stairways in pillowcases, climbing trees, making mud pies, (one time my brother and I even planted popcorn kernels in the back yard thinking would we get corn on the cob out it). I did all those things you mention, add city type things, like shopping and going to the ballet.
Now I'm an adult too... childhood was better.
Great post! Encore! Encore! LOL
heather, i know what you mean. i am definitely more able to express myself (articulately) through writing than through speech, and i am certianly no smarty pants who can hold a super-intelligent conversation. but, i am glad to know none of that REALLY matters as the only approval i am out to win is my Father's - and His heart is stolen just by one glance of my eye!
trish, thank you for your comment. i am glad you enjoyed the post - and thank you for the picture of little patricia planting popcorn kernels in the ground in anticipation of a harvest. very cute. :)
maria, hi!
all of you, sorry i am not "around" much. i don't have internet in my new home, so i've been frequenting it much less.
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