pink petals, falling.

I'll be in the middle of a run, with Kensington riding her scooter and won't want to stop.  Irritated to stop and ruin my time or my stride.
But K wants to stop and look at the pink petals.
So I reluctantly slow my jog and think, "I'm doing the right thing.  This is what moms do. It's a favor to K so that she learns to stop, observe and live in the moment."
She wants to pick up the pink petals, feel them. Throw them and watch them fall, slowly.  Even the floating magenta specs are fascinating.




It's so funny that I think I'm doing it for her because she doesn't need teaching.  Every day is "living in the moment", for Kensington.  For most children.  It's how they are hardwired.

Each day they wake up happy and each day they enjoy whatever is in front of them.  Things that are completely tiresome to me, are a new adventure because they are pure thinkers. They are grateful livers.
They are professors in the classroom of living.

We all know this about our kids but we reserve the right to still worry {which is a sin} and complain and allow the tragedy of real life to steal all our unfiltered joy.

As an ex-control freak [still a struggle, daily}, I'm being reformed to their way of thinking.

My life is becoming much more colorful, beneficial and fruitful for others, because I'm learning to not worry, rarely complain and live this life right now.

Plan a little for the future, think occasionally about the past but focus on the present because it's too precious to ignore.

We all have so much to be grateful for that our lips should continually praise the name of the Lord for His divine plan and put ourselves in the center of what He has for us.
Not on the fringes, straining our necks to see the future or hunkering down, immovable, focused on mistakes we've made.

I'm telling you, in case you have struggled with this, like I...
Life is AMAZINGLY free, when you adopt this philosophy.  It's like a new gift.
Worry is a thief. Don't be taken.


Matthew 6:25-27  “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?  Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?

5 comments:

  1. I do love that about children. No matter how we 'involved' we are in the hustle and the bustle they remind us of the simple beauty we are surrounded by daily. I love that I have two extra vastly different perspectives from which to view the world. Both are full of wonder and excitement and no fear about tomorrow. They just live. It reminds me to do the same.

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    1. That ability, that children have, is a gift!
      I thank the Lord for His daily reminders, through them!

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  2. Rachel, you are keeping me grounded lately. I feel that God is speaking to me through you. I am struggling with slowing down and enjoying the kids, choosing to see what they see, and not worrying about everything. Today, I choose simplicity, I choose peace. THanks again for the reminder!!

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