We traipsed through Disney World with two children in tow (before our youngest was born). We posed with pirates and cuddled up to characters. We woke up early and stayed up late, sipping each moment in. But on the third day, as our kids sprinted steps ahead, my husband leaned into my ear and said, “Amanda, she thinks they’re all real,” he sighed, “She doesn’t know that they are characters.”
“Of course she does,” I quipped. At nine years old, I was sure my daughter knew there was no such thing as a talking mouse and his pack of pals roaming perfectly tended gardens.
But as each parade slipped further down the street and fireworks exploded, I saw it in her eyes. I watched her stand, tiptoes to the sky, waving emphatic at each princess and her band of maidens. It was obvious, she believed.
And for the next few days, I tried to believe alongside her. There would come a time in life when magical kingdoms lived only in libraries of imagination. And soon enough she would be finding the flaws behind the production, the secret to the illusion. But on that day she was doe eyed, believing that animals talked and she was privy to walk with the royals.
And that’s how I desire to see God, with an open heart and eyes of awe. That I stand in wonder and admiration of His creation and Who He really is.
For an answer Jesus called over a child, whom he stood in the middle of the room, and said, “I’m telling you, once and for all, that unless you return to square one start over like children, you’re not even going to get a look at the kingdom, let alone get in. Whoever becomes simple and elemental again, like this child, will rank high in God’s kingdom. What’s more, when you receive the childlike on my account, it’s the same as receiving me.
Matthew 18:2-5 (The Message)
This is lovely, Amanda. Lovely photo and message. Thank you.
“…return to square one…” See? That’s what I appreciate about The Message Version. Plain talk. Easy to understand. But still not so easy to actually live out – not without a bit of supernatural help. And it makes me glad to know there are no production flaws when God is in the mix.
My faith as a child was largely built on Chronicles of Narnia and those images help me today.