She was hanging upside down from the monkey bars. Seeing me she dropped to the ground and ran. “Papa, Papa, Papa, Papa.” Without slowing arms spread wide she took to flight. I caught her. We hugged and I kissed her forehead.
As I set her to the ground I noticed a couple kids must have got caught in the updraft of her enthusiasm and followed her.
“Sack-o-potatoes, sack-o-potatoes, sack-o-potatoes,” She chanted with arms held high. So, as is our custom, I hooked her up over my shoulder like a sack-o-potatoes and then tickled her.
Her giggles spread to her friends. And I felt heaven near.
Her friends want to be “sack-o-potatoes” too…
And then I feel a tug on my arm. I follow the child pulling toward my truck.
“Papa, do you have any gum?” She knows I do. I open the door she climbs inside. Her friends are right behind.
“Can they have some too?” And gum for everyone.
With a hug and a “love you Papa,” they’re off to play.
Out of the mouths of babes thou hast perfected praise.
I wonder if I could live my life with such enthusiasm. What if I ran with such reckless abandon toward my Heavenly Papa? And with every step I breathed His Name. Would others be caught in the updraft of enthusiasm? Would the Joy of Heaven draw near?
Thank You Lord for the wisdom of The Child.
You will make known to me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; In Your right hand there are pleasures forever. Psalm 16:11.
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1 comment:
It's so good to "see" you here again. I enjoyed your reflection. It brought back fond memories of my Dad carrying me sack-o-potato style up to bed every night as a little girl.
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