Become Like a Little Child

I notice people. I observe them and consider them and learn from them. Unfortunately, though, I stopped observing life.  I don’t mean life in the big picture, the cause and effect, or its purposes. I mean life in its smallest and simplest forms. Life like a child sees it for the very first time.

The baby who came to play at my house this week sensed life. And through his eyes, I sensed it too. He touched the water pouring from the faucet and let it run through his fingers. When I changed the temperature, he startled at the cold.

He heard the whir of the furnace from the vent, held his face over to look down inside and and felt the soft blow of warm air in his hair. He listened to the oink sound of a plastic toy and shook his hand to hear it and laughed.

He chewed the crusts of wheat bread and made a game of the extra pieces. He absorbed the colors of the books we read and tried to pull the animals off the page to play.

At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?
And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them,
And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.
Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
I remembered seeing alongside my own little children, but since then, our observations have changed. When I honestly observe myself, I realize I may sit on the side of life and just observe other people living it. At some point, I, too, must become like a little child to really sense it, rather than analyze it.

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1 Comment

  1. An Ordinary Mom
    Nov 4, 2008

    What a simple yet inspiring post. I think we all need to “notice” and “observe” more. I know I do. I really need to follow the example of my little ones more often.

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