Glancing over at his clock to see if it gives him permission to get out of bed, he sees that it is indeed seven o'clock.
His feet hit the floor practically running to his dresser.
He comes downstairs without a bit of angst for the day evident on his face. He is ready for what might come and he is inquisitive to what that might be.
This Boy-Man thinks things all. the. time.
Always wondering, always asking, always thinking.
He isn't the kind of child who would rather stay in his pj's all day and slouch on the couch. Sure, he'll turn it on once in awhile, only to find that his mind is going to places the television isn't. And so, it doesn't meet his curiosity; he moves on to explore, play, think and wonder.
When this Boy-Man is awake, life is abundant. There isn't much fear for this seven year old. His awakeness breathes Wonder.
My heart longs to be this awake in life.
To Wonder about every. thing. and for every moment to be an exploration.
And finally I begin to See why this word has been so much on my heart. For, a child truly does lead us to Him.
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Today's post is part of my friend, Lisa-Jo's fun challenge each Friday to
"Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes...
Unscripted and unedited...
Without worrying if it's just right or not."
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