We've read this book so many times I can't believe she's not sick of it yet. And yet, every time she hears the story, it's like new. Like it's the first time.
It's the same thing when I push her on the swings. She throws back her head and squeals like it's a brand-new discovery, like this is the most fun ever. She entirely abandoned to the moment, enjoying herself without fear or disillusionment.
This is how I want to be.
Sometimes I wonder if it's possible. After everything I've experienced, is it still possible to abandon myself to the pure, childlike joy I once knew?
Yes. My children remind me how.
"Je-uss luhs me, this DINO!" Jorai sings from the back-seat. I smile. She's my little song-bird and her simple song of love to Jesus helps me remember how I used to feel about Him.
Long before we develop reasoning, we know what love is. We don't have to explain it. We don't even know how. We just abandon ourselves to His love.
This morning as I sit here, tapping out my thoughts, I remember that old hymn: "Tell me the story of Jesus, write on my heart every word, tell me the story most precious, sweetest that ever was heard."
As strange and difficult as my journey through Christianity has been, one thing keeps bringing me back. It's the story that never grows old–no matter how many times I hear it.
Stay, let me weep while You whisper,
Love paid the ransom for me.
p.s. don't forget to join me this Wednesday, Jan. 27th, for the EE Book Club discussion!