A Child Again

I find myself longing to be a child again. I wish I were 5 and had no responsibility. Someone else would take care of me (my parents perhaps). I wouldn’t have to oversee any housekeeping (that would be the absolute best!). There would be no parenting to do and I could be a child. I would have lost experiences that have formed me. I would have missed the joy of being married to my best friend. I wouldn’t be a mom. Growing up is part of life.

As I grow older and my concerns change, I am intensely aware that God is bigger than I ever imagined. I’m learning that I’m still His child. On days when I want to revert to childhood because my cares are piling up, I read this passage from Matthew 6.

For your heavenly Father knows that you have need of all these things. But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. Then do not be anxious for tomorrow. For the morrow will be anxious of itself. Sufficient to each day is its own trouble.

If I climb up into God’s lap and press into his chest, He handles everything else. I need to remember to climb into his lap.