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springbreeze
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Dear friends
I can honestly say I would like to turn back the clock, it’s a vain hope. No-one can turn back the clock. But I mourn my loss of innocence, those childhood days of pure acceptance. I want to reach back into time and grasp that innocence and purity of childhood that we all lose. That is where the Kingdom of Heaven is. Pure acceptance without doubt or worry, without pride or embellishment.
I want to be so small, to grasp that what I see in my own child and those of other children. Children are so fast to forgive, so kind in so many ways and so pure and beautiful, I am sure they are nearer to God than many of us yet in some ways further away from God as they have achieved so little good, have not struggled and loved as adults do against hardship and trial. Children are shielded from the suffering of life, they should be, and so it is with us in God, we as His children are shielded, hidden, refugees from the harshness of life in His grace and mercy.
Surely what we lose in innocence is replaced in striving. That’s a strange statement I know, but I can only see that those who have fought for good against all odds are nearer to God than those who by pure innocence sit comfortably at His feet.
We have done a little good, not for our own self, but for God’s good name.
I want to be stripped of the workings of an adult mind, yet retain the workings of an adult mind so that all my reasoning may be sound yet pure. I want to return to the simplicity of a childhood mind and yet grow in understanding. It is a contradiction in terms, but it is the Gospel message.
The child within me still exists, for example I can see the fun in hose-pipe fights (water fights), I am still in awe of creation, I am still exploring and seeking etc. That joy has never left me, in many ways I am as a simple child lost in the world seeking refuge in God my Saviour and yet I have become complex. How did that come to be?
We are all still children, we all need our Mother and Father. We need our elder Brother. I feel no safer than a child with arm-bands first time in a swimming pool, it’s a great adventure, but amid the excitement is some measure of uncertainty and a lack of self-assurance. I am constantly relying, on God and on those around me. If I cannot love God and those around me and if those around me cannot love God and me, then my reliance is a glass ceiling.
Children never expect those around them to fail them. They trust implicitly.
I am still a child in so many ways. I must never forget I am a child.
I posted this because I would like to hear of your thoughts on this and any you have already pondered yourselves.
We grew up , but for the most part we did not grow up in God, I am a child waiting to grow up in God and in that growing up, still remain a child.
Thank you for sharing any of your thoughts
God Bless you and much love and peace to you
Teresa
I can honestly say I would like to turn back the clock, it’s a vain hope. No-one can turn back the clock. But I mourn my loss of innocence, those childhood days of pure acceptance. I want to reach back into time and grasp that innocence and purity of childhood that we all lose. That is where the Kingdom of Heaven is. Pure acceptance without doubt or worry, without pride or embellishment.
I want to be so small, to grasp that what I see in my own child and those of other children. Children are so fast to forgive, so kind in so many ways and so pure and beautiful, I am sure they are nearer to God than many of us yet in some ways further away from God as they have achieved so little good, have not struggled and loved as adults do against hardship and trial. Children are shielded from the suffering of life, they should be, and so it is with us in God, we as His children are shielded, hidden, refugees from the harshness of life in His grace and mercy.
Surely what we lose in innocence is replaced in striving. That’s a strange statement I know, but I can only see that those who have fought for good against all odds are nearer to God than those who by pure innocence sit comfortably at His feet.
We have done a little good, not for our own self, but for God’s good name.
I want to be stripped of the workings of an adult mind, yet retain the workings of an adult mind so that all my reasoning may be sound yet pure. I want to return to the simplicity of a childhood mind and yet grow in understanding. It is a contradiction in terms, but it is the Gospel message.
The child within me still exists, for example I can see the fun in hose-pipe fights (water fights), I am still in awe of creation, I am still exploring and seeking etc. That joy has never left me, in many ways I am as a simple child lost in the world seeking refuge in God my Saviour and yet I have become complex. How did that come to be?
We are all still children, we all need our Mother and Father. We need our elder Brother. I feel no safer than a child with arm-bands first time in a swimming pool, it’s a great adventure, but amid the excitement is some measure of uncertainty and a lack of self-assurance. I am constantly relying, on God and on those around me. If I cannot love God and those around me and if those around me cannot love God and me, then my reliance is a glass ceiling.
Children never expect those around them to fail them. They trust implicitly.
I am still a child in so many ways. I must never forget I am a child.
I posted this because I would like to hear of your thoughts on this and any you have already pondered yourselves.
We grew up , but for the most part we did not grow up in God, I am a child waiting to grow up in God and in that growing up, still remain a child.
Thank you for sharing any of your thoughts
God Bless you and much love and peace to you
Teresa