I wrote something the other day, just some thoughts as I sat drinking a coffee. Thought I would share it here… be kind, I’m not a writer by nature…
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There is something fascinating about kids.
I was sitting in Beanscene on Cresswell Lane the other day. The place is a heaving mass of families, students and grannys. A father and daughter enter – she cannot be more than 3 years old, in her pretty pink overcoat, wolly hat and oversized sunglasses. She stands holding her juice as dad orders a coffee. Beside her are a group of 3 young women, one with a child of 2 or 3 years old.
The young girls are captivated by each other. There is something so beautiful about their childlike innocence. They stand eyeing each other up – taking in everything about the other – the sunglasses, the hat, the Winnie The Pooh tee, the crumbs around the mouth, the identical pigtails.
There is no shame in this, no fear.
I once heard it said that growing up is the ability to wear masks. We learn to hide our feelings and expressions. This is the joy of children: they have not yet learnt to do this. Their face says it all – the delight, the curiosity, the anticipation, the sadness.
They live as we were meant to live.
aye, children are amazing! the principa of ICC gave an inspiring talk yesterdat during worship about Jesus’ radical teaching about children and am more and more inspired!
maybe you are a writer but you should learn how to spell it properly first :p
thats cool! I fixed the writer thing for ya… thats what I get for not reading back through something before I post it!
i’m sad u fixed it… 😛
I like the thought here.
It makes me think of this: “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”
Hey Zach, yea, it made me think of that too.
kids do have a way of capturing your heart with their innocence and freshness. there are absolutely no pretensions and attempts to impress. they’re just being themselves. i guess that’s one of the reasons why Jesus told us to approach Him like a child. being real and without any thing to hide.