I love watching small children, don't you? They experience every experience in their little lives with all their beings. I love watching my 7 month old grandson eat. His eyes get big. He kicks his arms & legs furiously, & bounces up & down. My other 13 month old grandson will drop everything in an instant when someone presses the button on his teddy bear that plays Cotton-Eyed Joe. He dances as fast as he can until the end when he stops just as quickly as he started & begins clapping & smiling. And my little granddaughters, ages 7 & 8. So curious, busy, daring, & totally uninhibited. When I think about my grandkids, I think it is no wonder that Jesus said, 'Let the little children come to Me & do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.
So, I'm wondering at what point in time do we become too old to enjoy the simple wonders of life? Take snow for instance. I have not played in the snow in maybe 10 years. Today I walked outside to see how our neighborhood had been transformed by the blizzard that swept through yesterday. I felt a a rush in my chest & had the greatest urge to take off running through the snow, fall down & roll around, and make snow people. Of course, I am a mature adult now so I resisted the urge. After all I might hurt myself, get wet & cold, & would definitely have a big mess to clean up.
I thought about Graci who came to the door breathless last winter, beaming from ear to ear, covered in snow. Mimi! I frew a snowball at myself. See! She then proceeded to grab some snow & smash it into her own face that was as happy as it could be. I laughed heartily with her & told her she was a silly girl. But oh what fun she was having!
I wonder when I stopped living in wonder like Graci & all little children do. Today I remembered whispers of the little girl I used to be, and I think I might just go outside & play in the snow in honor of her.
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