Children.

Okay I know I already posted today, but God just really put this on my heart so I thought I'd share.

I feel like there is so much pressure on us to "grow up" as fast as we can. For example, when I was 11 I still wanted to play with Barbies, but no one else my age did such things, so I didn't.
There's pressure on moms to have everything together. To have the kids perfectly dressed, all teeth brushed, driven everywhere they need to go.
There's pressure on dads to be pretty much perfect, do everything, lift up the family, lead them AND the mom, fix everything, kill all the bugs, etc.
There's pressure on people in highschool and college to study and do good on tests and get up at 5am every morning and go to school and stay awake all day and then come home and go to work or babysit or get our homework done and go to band or cheerleading or whatever.

And we want it. We want to be grown up. We want to have it all together. We want responsibility.

But still at the same time, don't you sorta secretly just wish you were still a kid?
Don't you wish when you were hungry someone brought you food,
don't you wish when you were having a bad day you could run into someone's arms and cry as long as you want,
don't you wish you could take a nap sometimes,
don't you wish your life wasn't so busy and so planned out and so stressful?

Well, I do!

And here's the great thing about it.

We are children of God.

Not until we turn 18. Forever.

When you're little and you get hurt,
you run to your mom and she picks you up, wipes your tears, and makes it all better.
That's how you learn that she'll be there for you if you get hurt again.

When a baby is hungry, and they cry, and they're fed,
that's how they learn that their cries will be answered.

Well it's exactly the same with God.

When we're empty, we cry to Him, and he fills us.
When we are exhausted and spent and worn out, he gives us rest.
When we're hurt, He heals us.

That's how we know He hears us.
That's how we know He'll answer.

That's how we know He'll be there the next time.


When you're 3 and you skin your knee, it feels like the end of the world,
but you remember how last time your mom made it all better and that's how you know it'll be okay.

When your heart gets shattered into a million pieces, when your world falls apart, when you're not sure how any good can come from it,
you can remember the last time something happened, and how God carried you through it, and know He's there for you and it's going to be okay.

We are children of God.
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