Childhood Simplicities...

We've all done it.

Packed our bags. 

Made our peace.

Left a note.

And resolved to run away.

It may not have been far.

And it may not have lasted long.

But we've all done it.

Or at least pondered the idea...

Life is so much easier when you're young. Isn't it? 

I mean, if you can just decide to pack up and runaway because you have had a bad day, or your sisters were being mean, or you forgot to take out the trash, then how hard could life really be?

As a child, we don't realize that we can't runaway from our problems.

We just figure, well HEY. That obviously didn't work out for me or I will never be good enough for this, etc. etc. and we just think. Ok. I'm not needed here. 

I'm just going to leave.

Bye.

That is our rationalization.

That is what we think will make EVERYTHING better.

So we do it.

We runaway.

Only to find out that it doesn't work,

at least for long anyway....

I love the simplicities of children.

They are so carefree and forgiving that I almost wish I was a kid again.

I mean technically I am now an adult at 18, but honestly, I don't feel that way.

Sure, I may be at the age where responsibilities begin to add up.

One after the other.

But I don't want them to.

I don't want to have to worry about making enough money to pay the rent, or to worry about getting my taxes paid on time, or even finding a wonderful husband and then having 10 babies and a house.

Ha ha just kidding.

But seriously.

It is kind of scary sometimes.

Sometimes I do wish that I could just runaway.

Pack up some clothes in my Dora suitcase

And get the heck out.

Right?

Isn't that what most people do anyway when they get scared of life?

I mean not exactly the whole Dora suitcase part, 

but they kind of runaway in their own way?

Maybe for some, it is turning to alcohol for comfort.

Or for some it could be finding peace in a job.

Or for others, maybe it is just watching CNN sports center CONTINUOUSLY, everyday, all day. 

ALL coping mechanisms for the harsh realities of life.

So how do we learn to face life head on?

Is it just by stickin up our fists and swinging.

At WHATEVER life throws at us?

Or is it by talking things through.

And figuring things out?

I'd like to think it's kind of a combination of the both.

When life gives us lemons, lets make lemonade right?

Well,

although I do wish sometimes that I could be like Peter Pan and be a mere boy (or girl in my case) forever, I know there are many seasons of life, and this is just one of the few.

So instead of packin up that Dora suitcase and leavin on a jet plane,

I'm going stick it out.

I just pray that I keep my head on straight throughout the process of growing up.

It's a long one.

And that Dora suitcase won't be there to save me anymore.

But I know the Lord will.

I may not be a child anymore.

And life may not be as simple as it once was.

But I can handle it.

Because I have something better than a Dora suitcase.

I have the Savior of the world by my side.

Yup.

The Savior of the world.

And if HE is for me.

Who shall be against me?

Forever His,

Rachel