You know you are older when your Saturday consists of weeding your flower beds. Yet in the moment of pulling weeds I found a small, glass and colorful marble. This small and simple marble brought such a big smile to my face. It reminded me of finding these remarkable glass toys in the back yard of my grandma's house.
It reminded my of how much freedom there was. I had no responsibility but to know how long it had been since I ate so I could go swimming, what time the street lights came on, and how boys had cooties. This small little marble reminded me of my dad.
God's word says "unless you become like little children, you will never get into the kingdom of heaven" (Matthew 18:3). I would run to my dad with all my scraps and bruises. When I fell, once again, getting into the pool or fell off the tire swing, I ran to my dad looking for help. That is how God expects us to come to him; like little children running with our arms out looking for help.
I think we make our lives more difficult than what they should be. Today I look to my heavenly father with my little marble in hand and everything seems so simple, childlike.