I, Me, and Myself

Niños

Children are art. They are God's gift to a lonely, broken world. I would more often than not associate myself with a child. My hopes, my dreams, my heart, my actions, my attitude are all very childlike. Growing up is a blessing and a curse. We are hit with almost too many doses of reality in a very short amount of time that the world we live in is fallen. But as we grow, we also mature into the spiritual character that God calls us into. So it cannot be definitively labeled as either positive or negative, but nevertheless is both at times. 


Children are beautiful.  They reveal the beauty of the earth, they are always in wonder of the created world, and they see in ways that our adult, glazed-over eyes cannot. Children are able to easily find beauty in a world that we adults too quickly pass off as ugly and riddled with pain.  They let us see through them. I never want to lose my wonder, my amazement, my playfulness, my child. This is my true self: a child. I want to be like a child and be blindly trusting. I want to love, to live, to see. To be a gift to others, but also be gifted by the lens through which I view the world.  I do not want to be blissfully ignorant of the problems of the world, but want to retain child-like nature through the harsh realities we must face every day. This picture is a beautiful juxtaposition of these two concepts: being aware of reality, but retaining childhood. The world is not a beautiful place, yet we as children of the King must continue to find beauty in the gift of life we are given every day.