Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
Little 3-year-old Adam sat in his car seat, playing “peek-a-boo” perhaps with the moon as the moon slipped behind tall trees, only to pop out again, as the moon would hide behind a long mass of trees only to re-appear all of a sudden to the little fellow’s delight. Finally of course the moon did not come back, to which the little fella said “Oh, oh, daddy you lost the moon.”
Moments and episodes like these with children can lighten and lift our adult burdens and worries, if we but let them.
Jesus himself told us to become like little children — so even if you have no children of your own, they are not hard to find. The park, the school ground sit and watch them, listen to them, to their trust, their total lack of worry. We all have, or have had crosses to carry of our own. If not yet, you will have, when your load gets heaviest it’s then, when all of a sudden out of the blue comes the answer, the total peace, as we realize what Christ meant when he said we have to become like little children, to worry about nothing.
So many times in all these years, if not to watch the children, I’ve found all of God’s little creatures, the birds, butterflies, etc., can also give me that same peace of mind, or just to relax to watch the trees, the tall grass dancing in the wind.
A little red squirrel seems to say thank you after his big drink of water. He’s been coming to drink out of my bird bath for a couple of years now. He had actually jumped high enough to get into the water. I then placed a big block of wood for him to hop up onto to get a drink. He’s such a friendly little creature.
God bless, and forget your worries.
— Aunt Norie, P O Box 265, Tonganoxie, 66086; firstname.lastname@example.org.
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