It’s hard being a kid.
Just ask one. Every child I’ve ever known agrees that they cannot wait to grow up.
Just this morning, Addie excitedly anticipated the day when she will be big enough to “ride the big roller coasters.” This afternoon, Mia informed me that when she’s a mom, she’s going to “shop every single day.”
Children want independence. They anxiously await the ability to make all of their own decisions. They want freedom. They see growing up as their ticket to a magical world where there are no limits on candy and they don’t need a step-stool to wash their hands. Children are always looking at the benefits of growth.
Adults, well, adults tend to reminisce the benefits of childhood. Grown-ups don’t care much about candy, but we’re still not big enough to clean the gutters without a ladder and we seek pleasure as diligently as a toddler at Toys R Us. Sometimes we even shudder at the fact that, somehow, someway, we did actually turn 20…or 30…or 40.
Yes, we adults fully understand the cons of coming of age. We know that with independence comes responsibility; with maturity comes hard work; with decision-making comes consequences; with freedom comes temptation. Some days curfews and chieftains seem like a lot better idea than bills and big buildings. How often we are helpless, hungry, and unrealistically hopeful!
Could it be because we’re nothing more than children after all?
Pastor asked us if we believed in a Jesus who can tell us, “No.” I don’t know about any of the big people, but I’d rather have a Father who tells me “no” out of love than a whole world whose yes’s confine me to a room where I’m alone without him. Because I’m still scared of the dark and I’m terrified of the monsters lurking under my bed.
I wanna live in my Daddy’s house, where my Daddy lives; where my Daddy pays; where my Daddy provides; where my Daddy delegates. His house is better than my sandcastle. His rules are better than my idols. His love is better than my lusts.
My kids might think it’s better to be an adult now, but I hope and pray that when they grow up they’ll pine to perfect the art of becoming like little children.
He must increase, but I must decrease. ~John 3:30