The weekend was spent visiting with family, Mum, Dad, sister and brother in law and two neices. We came home with an extra piece of luggage - in the shape of a four year old. How the world changes when you are exposed to the perspectives of one so full of optimism and adventure.
This morning it snowed during breakfast - winter continues to exert "mission creep" and rob spring of some of its splendour. But the flowers are not to be bluffed, sharing their created glory in a rolling cascade of colour that opens up our eyes to another facet of the unseen beauty in our garden as we go through our first Spring in our home.
Anyway - the wonder on the face of a four year old, and the ensuing discussions about the happenings are tonic to the world weary soul. Unparalleled in a home empty of children, they refresh the spirit and bring a perspective to the day. Unfortunately the substitutionary companionship of the hound does lack somewhat in the intellectual interaction that a child's wonder brings.
I wonder how this equates to our Christian "childhood" and God's pleasure in sharing with us the wonder of his world. When do we loose that optimism and spirit of adventure in our walk of faith? Can we recapture it in both the natural and spiritual realm? Reading in Isaiah 54 this morning brought out the effort and reward available. A soul, left barren and bereft of blessing through stubborness, rebellion and unholiness can through discipline and repentance be restored - just as Israel was. Have I the strength to see past short term satisfaction to eternal consequence - ESHV.
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