thoughts by: Carole L. Haines
I was better, as a child in faith, leaning heavily upon the God who loves me.
I was better, as a child in love, simply responding to My Master’s touch.
I was better, as a child in joy, contented with the simplest of things.
But then I became a grown up, and suddenly faith, love and joy were not so simple.
I tried to please all the other grown-ups with my knowledge and strength,
but inside I knew I still had much to learn and was incredibly weak.
I tried to love others, with all that I had, but it simply was not enough.
Others are so much harder to love, when you are all grown up.
And I searched for joy under every rock, in all the valleys, upon the Ocean’s shore
but somehow joy eluded me, and I was so sad being all grown-up.
So I prayed to the God I remembered as a child, and I asked him to bring me back
“Lord,” I said, “make me like a child again. Give me childlike faith,
childlike love, childlike joy; for my soul is so empty in this place.”
And He heard my cry, He opened my eyes, He touched my heart
and let me see that inner child was still there all the time.
Her faith had been stolen by the worries of the world
the deceitfulness of riches, and the pride of life.
Her love had been compromised, polluted, sullied
by the desire to please people instead of God
Her joy had been carried off by fears and worries
not trusting that the God who made the Sun, Moon, and all the stars
would never forget His precious child, made in His own image
and so I yielded up all the grown-up things,
and I asked for them to be taken back
and replaced with a childlike faith and love
and the Joy of the Lord came back.
And now God grows me up, in faith, love and joy
the way that He wants me to.
For I have found with God, that both child and adult
are one in the same to Him.