I watch them... the joy on their faces, the wonder and marvel at new discovery.
There is something so beautiful about watching a little girl as she discovers her world... when every flower becomes a garden, every move should be skipped or danced, when music is felt and not just heard.
There is a beauty that is unveiled... when everything is safe, when she is delighted in, when there are arms for her to fall into for the sheer joy of being held, and then she can run away.
There is a grace in their movements, a simple trust in their worship.
And I am amazed... amazed that their little hearts would find me worthy of their hugs and kisses, their "I love you", and their hands.
I am amazed that even after I am hard on them in ballet class, they still end with hugs and kisses.
I want that... the innocence that somehow is not destroyed by a cruel world, a beautiful trust, a heart that offers whatever I can, and a spirit that can play safely under his gaze.
I want to look at the world around me as though it is the first time.
I want the freedom to laugh and rejoice just because life is beautiful.
True, there is damage there.
True, they are broken.
But aren't we all?
Sleeping on the first floor are countless examples of the enemy's desire to steal, kill, and destroy, but the graciousness and sovereignty of a God who says, "No"... A God who stakes His claim and does not let go.
No, He doesn't let go. For all of our damage, our pain, our fear, He stakes his claim and calls us His own.
The blaze of a warrior and the heart of a child... His will for me, for us, for them. How like my God to use those the world the world does not deem worthy to demonstrate His holiness, His power, His goodness, His grace.
May I always learn from them... my little heroes, my treasures. May I always be in awe.
There is something so beautiful about watching a little girl as she discovers her world... when every flower becomes a garden, every move should be skipped or danced, when music is felt and not just heard.
There is a beauty that is unveiled... when everything is safe, when she is delighted in, when there are arms for her to fall into for the sheer joy of being held, and then she can run away.
There is a grace in their movements, a simple trust in their worship.
And I am amazed... amazed that their little hearts would find me worthy of their hugs and kisses, their "I love you", and their hands.
I am amazed that even after I am hard on them in ballet class, they still end with hugs and kisses.
I want that... the innocence that somehow is not destroyed by a cruel world, a beautiful trust, a heart that offers whatever I can, and a spirit that can play safely under his gaze.
I want to look at the world around me as though it is the first time.
I want the freedom to laugh and rejoice just because life is beautiful.
True, there is damage there.
True, they are broken.
But aren't we all?
Sleeping on the first floor are countless examples of the enemy's desire to steal, kill, and destroy, but the graciousness and sovereignty of a God who says, "No"... A God who stakes His claim and does not let go.
No, He doesn't let go. For all of our damage, our pain, our fear, He stakes his claim and calls us His own.
The blaze of a warrior and the heart of a child... His will for me, for us, for them. How like my God to use those the world the world does not deem worthy to demonstrate His holiness, His power, His goodness, His grace.
May I always learn from them... my little heroes, my treasures. May I always be in awe.
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