To Be a Kid Again

Sometimes I just want to be a kid again.

Like today. 

I want my problems to be about things like bug bites and missing flip-flops; 

my decisions to be about creamy vs. chunky peanut butter.

I want to sit in the dirt without thinking about germs.

I don't want my clothes to match.

I want to go barefoot in the barn.

I don't want to answer the phone. 

I want night shift to mean that it's time to catch fireflies.

I want my most serious look, my most intense frown to be about what I am playing,

what I am pretending. 

I want my faith in people to be unblemished. 

I want my faith in God to be unquestioned. 

I wanted to be a kid again today. 

I wanted the grins and laughter to be easy.

I needed someone to tell me what to do, not me doing the telling.

Some days are like that.

I get tired or maybe it's just lazy.

I don't feel like working and being the smart one with a degree. 

Because I don't feel smart. 

At all. 

I think that's why I wanted to be a kid again. 

Life was simpler then.

But really, who made it complicated?

I made it complicated. 

Because really and truly…

I can go barefooted in clothes that don't match.

I can play in the dirt.

I may have bigger problems than peanut butter and flip-flops, 

but I have a God who is bigger than even the biggest dilemma I face. 

Night shift can be about catching fireflies once in awhile.

I cannot be a kid again,

but I can have the faith of a child,

unwavering, uninhibited. 

I can choose to make wiser decisions, smarter choices. 

And now, I am choosing to move ahead,

onward and upward. 

I can't go back, only forward. 

Always forward, one foot in front of the other, 

a step at a time. 

Love,

Dianne

I Corinthians 13:11