Innocent eyes
A few years ago, we ventured to Disney with the grandkids. With
great expectation, we waited for the parade on Main Street. The boys delighted
as float after float cruised in front of us. Finally, Mickey arrived. My
younger grandson froze, clasped his two small hands together in front of his
chest, and opened his eyes wide. "Aaahhh, Mickey." Spellbound. He spoke
softly with such reverence and love.
Later in the week, we stood in line to have our pictures
taken with Mickey and Minnie. I assumed his reverence had lessened as the week
progressed. Wrong. When we approached the mouse couple, he again froze, clasped
his small hands to his chest and shyly walked up to Mickey. Mesmerized.
When was the last time I was
spellbound? What events have provoked such a profound response from me as an
adult? A few of my answers. The first time I held each of my sons and grandsons,
I felt captivated by boundless love. The moment my feet hit the beach, I'm
fascinated by its vastness. When I experience the hand of God in my life,
humility, and gratitude flood my soul.
But I'm curious. I wonder if our Heavenly Father grins as adults
have those tender moments of amazement like I do with my grandsons. After all,
adults are so tarnished by life experiences. Does He slap His knee, shake His
head, and laugh? "Oh, sweet child!" I believe He does, after all
we're made in His image.
Have you glimpsed through the innocent eyes of a child
lately? When was the last time you were spellbound? What has mesmerized you?
We all share this journey called life. The journey can
be sweeter as we celebrate the precious moments together. Please share.
Tammy Van Gils is a writer, blogger, and small business
owner. She is a member of American Christian
Fiction Writers and Word Weavers
International. In the Richmond area, she is a member of The Christian Writers
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