As she frolicked through the woods with her two older siblings, fighting to keep up, she wore no shame.
As she hiked up the trail in her big bowed headband and her pink tutu, she wore no shame.
As she tried new adventures, fell and got back up again, she wore no shame.
As she wore her crown of femininity, she knew she was special, loved and perfectly lovely to her daddy.
As the played in the water, facing fears and getting tossed back by the waves, she wore no shame.
As she wiggled her little hiney, prancing in her swimsuit, she wore no shame.
As she cried for her daddy to come and comfort her in her sorrow, she wore no shame.
“Anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child, will never enter into it.” Mark 10:16
As I sat and watched her, I was mesmerized by intriqgue. When is it that we loose all sense of wonder…. in ourselves. In life. In everyone around us.
When is it that we start apologizing for who we are and hiding ourselves from the world?…. our bodies, our mistakes, our weaknesses, our dreams, our fears, our insecurities, our failures.
When is that we allow the lie of shame to cloak us from our innocence and steal the whimsy from our inner child. Are we not, even as adults, made in his image, forever a child in the eyes of our father and eternally in need of a saviour?
With every new gift of whimsy my eyes bore witness to, I called out to my Father.
“Lord, Help me to be like this here wee one. Confident and free to simply be. Whole, innocent and joyful, full of whimsy and excitement. Let me run to you with reckless abondon, even in my pride and childish weakness. Let me trust you with my life, with my purpose and my heart. Amen”