My 5 year old is known to bust out her ballet any time notes even remotely related to classical music waft through our house. Sometimes the notes are only in her head. Oblivious to the rest of the world she spins and she sways somewhat clumsily through the living room. It’s a gift to watch her lost in wonder, purely enjoying the moment, the music, this life.
It is no accident we are told in Matthew 19:14 that the kingdom of heaven is made of such as these. He was talking about small children here – 5 year olds, 7 year olds and the like.
Spend much time with little people and you are bound to see life anew. They are curious and excitable. They are eager and persistent. They are unhindered and undaunted, unregulated and unpretentious. Their energy is exhausting, their love is boundless, their passions run wild and its all wrapped up in a package of humility and honesty that, as an adult, leaves me spellbound.
How do we lose all that? How do we slowly, gradually, become so affected, so worn, that we don’t even notice it’s gone? When exactly did we lose our wonder?
Have you ever stopped to think about what that might look like as an adult? What would it look like to scale back the pretense and truly seek God with wonder? What would it look like to gaze on Him with unhindered awe and reverence, to worship Him unabashed as a 5 year old dances around her living, oblivious to whoever may be watching.
Marsha @embroideryblog says
Great post! I have two kids and I have learned a lot from my kid’s living style.
Katie says
Isn’t it a fun challenge, Marsha? Always, always learning. 🙂