I write what I perceive, but I now believe some of my perception is off. Every child, every person, is different, and how we view the world around us is perhaps more determined by our childhood, our family life, than simply saying at age 7 we’re a child and at age 21 an adult.
When I wrote the following on Dec. 7, my description of childhood wonder was seen through the eyes and heart of a 61-year-old.
enchanted with all before them.
Eager to search and see,
fear has no meaning.
The world is open to explore
We are a child of the King Most High. A child … we give up childish ways, but we retain child-like wonder as we look with eyes aglow at all of God’s magnificence and glory.