So, today, it is a couple of things, but mainly I have been meditating on childlike faith & simplicity.
Last night, my husband and I were laying in bed talking (well, mostly I was talking and he was listening) and we came to the topic of being a child. I told him that sometimes, when I was with him, it reminded me of when I was a small girl in the safety of my father and mother's house. Awaking on a Saturday morning to a storm outside, with wind shaking the window panes and rain making grey slashes of musical drumming on the glass and side of the house, and then snuggling down deep into the covers and daydreaming contentedly, knowing you couldn't run and play outside, but it was okay because there you were, in bed. Feeling as though you had no responsibilities, if even just for a moment, feeling free and comforted by the thought that no one could bring you harm as long as you were hidden there in that room tucked away in your father's house. And then I concluded that I felt this way because I knew God was the caretaker of my soul, so I could feel this way again and know it to be true. Which brought me to the subject of truly trusting God like a child. The simplicity of knowing Him to be not a myth but truth down in your core and the peace that follows that belief.
I remember being young as if it was yesterday, running with total abandon through green fields of high grass and wildflowers, collapsing on the field of green under the never-ending expanse of blue sky and watching the clouds roll by and take familiar shapes. Yet I am no longer a child. Sometimes I long for the freedom that youth brought in it's short-lived arms. Not having any pain in my body when I did the least bit of exertion, riding horses, running until my lungs hurt but in the best possible way, hearing my own thoughts and daydreaming for hours, writing and not comparing my work to other peoples' words, the sun flushing my cheeks pink as I laid with my hands behind my head hidden by the tall weeds and grass and not concerned with anything except dinnertime and the sound of mom's voice calling me in. And I know that even though I cannot have those days of freedom back, I can live as if I can. Live with childlike faith. Live with my heart innocent as it's purified and refined by God's radiant love and light. And I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that Heaven will be like being an eternal child. Free, alive, happy, loved, and most of all, SAFE. Enjoy your day, and grasp the faith that cannot be reined in today. Live your life and be free.
