There was a
time in my life where everything was simpler. I could find joy hunting for
frogs in the stream in my front yard, or staring up into the sky watching the
clouds float by. Over time, I have had experiences that have made me grow up,
leaving me incapable of thinking that way. As hard as I try, I just can’t get
back that child-minded view of being able to imagine a whole new life out of
nothing. That’s what is so beautiful about children. They see a world of
opportunity at their fingertips. As we grow older, chains of responsibility and
impossibility replace the opportunities we saw as children. We see that what
our dreams once were are no longer possible because they have always been shut
down.
I try to see
the world for what it is. It is a lot of broken people doing things broken
people do. It is broken people looking for something to live for. There is hope
and there is goodness in our world, but it is not as obvious as it once was. I
like to think I’m looking realistically at what the world has to offer, but
maybe I’m just growing up.
Maybe that’s why God wants us to approach him as children,
because children see the world differently. They see it for what it could be
rather than what it is.
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