She couldn’t have been maybe two years old. Dressed in her Sunday church-going best, she knelt at the edge of the muddy patch created by an earlier rain.
All – everyone in fact – who happened by, understandably so, avoided the smallish amount of muck oozing from the ground.
But not her.
As her parents watched in amusement, the little one dressed in her delicate pink pinafore dress and white patent leather shoes, with socks frilly at the top, poked with a stick she had found at the slime and the grime, a beatific smile on her childish face, obviously oblivious to the world around her.
They smiled as the grandpa took pictures of her artwork scrawled in the mess, splatters appearing on her shoes and socks.
We approached and to the mom and dad we remarked on how delightful a family scene we had witnessed from the bench where we sat among the flowering cherry blossom trees.
Thousands and thousands, upon multiplied thousands, of delicate picture-perfect pink blossoms were everywhere overhead, almost blocking out the sun, almost obscuring the ornate architecture of the century-and-a-half old campus.
And below the branches of the 90-year-old trees, overflowing with delicate beauty; and below the looming and imposing edifices, there played a little girl, having found – like us – her own happy place.
David, I think your writings are very instructive.
A young child is much smarter than adults when it comes to finding their happy place. It is easier for them because they are less polluted. As adults we have to look beyound and around and over, all the unhappy things we see and have seen in order to find our happy place. It is more difficult for us. We must take more responsibility for ourselves. In other words, we must focus on God and His omnipotence over our world and right down to us and every step we take, all the time.
Matthew 18:3
Verily I say unto you, Except ye turn, and become as little children, ye shall in no wise enter into the kingdom of heaven.
Thank You for helping me to remember to do this.