Tonight was a good night. I went to my first LSU football as a student. And it rained. A lot. But it was fun. I like rain. It makes me feel like a kid, intentionally stepping in the puddles and possibly splashing people that are around. However you don't really care that much because the height of the splash or the depth of the water has preoccupied your mind.
I am such a kid sometimes, but I also think I can learn so much from them. I remember one time a little boy was looking at the sky and he proceeded to tell me very enthusiastically that God painted a dragon in the sky. But God did. Even if it was just for that one boy. He did. He painted the dragon.
Where has my enthusiasm gone to? Where can I find it? I want to find excitement in everyday things. I desire their imagination. I used to tutor a girl after school, and everyday we would pretend we were ninjas. Sometimes she hit really hard. but it was awesome. When is the last time you played ninjas? .. that is what I thought.
And think about it.. You can't be around a kid without laughing or smiling. They bring joy to your heart (even if you do not want it there.)
My prayer is this; that as we are growing up we do not allow ourselves to be too mature to find dragons in the sky, to pretend to be super hero's, or to color in coloring books. You are never too old for anything. (except maybe playing in the playpen at McDonald's. ) : )
"What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we do…?"