spin, spin, spin. twirl, twirl, twirl.
Like a mother spins her daughter around, carefree and joyful,
fully trusting in the person holding her tiny hands to not let go,
so does our Heavenly Father do to us.
He spins us around, our feet ever so light as they are lifted off of the ground.
He smiles at us, and it’s just the two of us.
The mother gently puts her daughter down, letting her roam freely.
She wanders right over to me, no fear inside, looks up straight into my eyes and smiles. How can it be that this tiny little body could hold more love inside than most adults do? Could it be because she hasn’t let her innocence be stolen from her yet? because she has security in knowing she is cared for and provided for? but perhaps the biggest reason of all is because she hasn’t lost her childlike wonder and faith?
I wonder what the world would like if we saw through the lens of a child for even just a day? if we looked at people with such childlike wonder. eyes that bore curiosity of someone’s story. a smile that showed gentleness and kindness. a wonder to go closer, take a longer peek. a desire to be known by them, and you to know them.
How much more would His kingdom advance if curiosity, love, playfulness and freedom to just be, filled our souls, and we actually were filled with a wonder for the very person that we are encountering?
Truly, I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
*written in the Alabaster prayer house at Bethel; inspired by watching a little girl twirl around in her mother’s arms*