People were also bringing babies to Jesus for him to place his hands on them. When the disciples saw this, they rebuked them. But Jesus called the children to him and said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it." ~Luke 18:15-17
My daughter, Sarah, sends me this photo of our youngest granddaughter, Alexandra, with the explanation: "Alexandra is lining up the leaves she collected on her way back from the bus stop."
I love this colorful arrangement she has made, seemingly on the spur of the moment, and then I stop and think. When Alexandra is only four, the family moves to Conway, South Carolina. There aren't many deciduous trees in that locale, so she would not have seen the brilliant colors that autumn has to offer in so many places in our country. And she is too young to have vivid memories of living in North Georgia.
Now, in Raleigh, North Carolina, this is a brand-new encounter and delight to Alexandra's palate of life's experiences. She is seeing the splendor of these leaves rich colors for the first time. Her reaction? She needs to pay homage.
Such beauty and elegance can't casually be passed by, but must be cherished and honored in a formal recognition deserving of every fallen leaf. And I'm reminded of how we, as adults, place flowers, or other meaningful memorials, on the graves of our loved ones.
Alexandra, whether she is aware of it or not, is honoring God and His creation. She has taken note of the loveliness all around her, and has tried her best to imitate that in order to align with her six-year-old perceptions. Innocent and free, she has no notions of grandeur, only pleasure in the act itself.
May we all come to the Father as little children, expectant, loving and giving, secure in the knowledge that He will color our lives with joy.