He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: "Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
I love nothing better than spending time with my beautiful granddaughter, Virginia Rose. My daughter and son-in-law bring her by for frequent visits, but rarely do they ask us to babysit.
Two weeks ago, they did. I am beyond thrilled! And, so glad Danny is home that day to take photos and help with watching her. She is a handful! A child of perpetual motion and boundless curiosity.
At fifteen months old, Virginia is not quite walking. She pulls herself up on chairs, the couch, and her playpen. She takes tentative, side-to-side steps, holding on all the while.
She has discovered my kitchen drawers. Here come the potholders, the towels, a pack of straws, the box of baggies, flying across the floor! I have to watch with hawk-like diligence to ensure she doesn't shut the drawer on her fingers.
Virginia likes to do, or try to do, everything on her own. She enjoys feeding herself and holding her own bottle. She has even learned to drink through a straw!
But, what Virginia loves the most is being outside. We set her playpen up on our deck so she can get fresh air and sunshine on this balmy autumn day. She enjoys playing with the colorful leaves I give her.
Soon, however, she grows weary of her playpen and she raises her little arms up to me to rescue her. That's when Danny has an idea.
"Let's take her down to the backyard and let her crawl around and explore."
I hesitate. We don't have a soft, lush, grassy lawn. Our yard consists of moss and leaves and acorns and rocks and hickory nuts and pine cones . . .
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"Why not? She'll love it!"
And, she does!
All this exercise finally wears her out. She holds her arms up and I readily oblige.
I hope in viewing her photos here, you were able to glimpse the world through her eyes.
To see the child within yourself.
To raise your arms up to your Father in Heaven.
I am thankful for my inner child.
Psalms 105:1-22 or 105:23-45
1 Maccabees 4:1-25