Some things just happen! Drool is one of them. For a child, there are bibs, but what's a grownup to do? What are parents to do when mistakes happen, when spoken words bring regret, or mistakes are made that no bibs will contain! This picture captures the unhindered exuberannce of a child in the midst of drool happening. As adults, its our self-consciousness that paralyzes. We fixate upon our mistakes rather than rejoicing in our cleansing. The little ones just go on, but we halt in embarrasement and uncertainty.
We spend more time mourning over our mistakes, than making amends! The root of our paralysis is the subtle pride of thinking we are further along than we really are. The simple joy of a child shows an unconscious liberty at work. They wobble and fall, and get back up without a thought, always reaching out for Daddy or Mommy's arms. To a child, the answer is always Daddy and Mommy. Is it the same with us? Is our life that simple? Do we stay near our Daddy... especially when the mistakes happen? To the little child, His presence is enough.
“I think I can trace every scrap of sorrow in my life to simple unbelief. How could I be anything but quite happy if I believed always that all the past is forgiven, and all the present furnished with power, and all the future bright with hope because of the same abiding facts which do not change with my mood, do not stumble because I totter and stagger at the promise through unbelief, but stand firm and clear with their peaks of pearl cleaving the air of eternity, and the bases of their hills rooted unfathomable in the rock of God. Mont Blanc does not become a phantom or a mist because a climber grows dizzy on its side.”
We spend more time mourning over our mistakes, than making amends! The root of our paralysis is the subtle pride of thinking we are further along than we really are. The simple joy of a child shows an unconscious liberty at work. They wobble and fall, and get back up without a thought, always reaching out for Daddy or Mommy's arms. To a child, the answer is always Daddy and Mommy. Is it the same with us? Is our life that simple? Do we stay near our Daddy... especially when the mistakes happen? To the little child, His presence is enough.
“I think I can trace every scrap of sorrow in my life to simple unbelief. How could I be anything but quite happy if I believed always that all the past is forgiven, and all the present furnished with power, and all the future bright with hope because of the same abiding facts which do not change with my mood, do not stumble because I totter and stagger at the promise through unbelief, but stand firm and clear with their peaks of pearl cleaving the air of eternity, and the bases of their hills rooted unfathomable in the rock of God. Mont Blanc does not become a phantom or a mist because a climber grows dizzy on its side.”
~James Smetham
During a trip through KC at the Levins. Cooper Levin enjoying his food! June 2010
During a trip through KC at the Levins. Cooper Levin enjoying his food! June 2010
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