Drenched
Posted on November 19, 2009 with 0 comments
Drenching: what fun! It only happens when you position yourself to get wet. I've been to World of Fun here in KC recently--where my kids RAN to stand on the bridge over a water ride that'll throw a wave right onto you if you get there in time...but that wasn't for me. Not that time.
I sat down nearby enough to see them but I wanted to stay dry. It is possible to watch the Kingdom of heaven splash all over someone else yet never experience a drop yourself. I thought they were crazy because I'd already gotten wet on a river ride and I just wanted to change my socks. It was cold when the wind blew and my jeans were sticking to me...essentially, unfortunately I'd grown up and valued my comfort more than fun.
The kids' laughter waved over to me and made me look up. Brilliant smiles and fast talk about how hard had it hit them and how surprising it was...oh, they were dripping and bedraggled, but shining. Camaraderie lit them up and made me wish I was twelve again so I could know that kind of joy again. Wish I didn't care so much about dry socks.
That's over. I've learned. Life's too short to grow up. I pray God sends me to that bridge and mashes me down with the biggest tsunami--that He gets me onto the Maiden of the Mist next to Niagra Falls and strips me of my rain poncho--and soaks me to the bone. Take me back to childhood, Lord. Make me know life as thrilling and unforgettable! Light me and my friends up with camaraderie in Your Presence!
I sat down nearby enough to see them but I wanted to stay dry. It is possible to watch the Kingdom of heaven splash all over someone else yet never experience a drop yourself. I thought they were crazy because I'd already gotten wet on a river ride and I just wanted to change my socks. It was cold when the wind blew and my jeans were sticking to me...essentially, unfortunately I'd grown up and valued my comfort more than fun.
The kids' laughter waved over to me and made me look up. Brilliant smiles and fast talk about how hard had it hit them and how surprising it was...oh, they were dripping and bedraggled, but shining. Camaraderie lit them up and made me wish I was twelve again so I could know that kind of joy again. Wish I didn't care so much about dry socks.
That's over. I've learned. Life's too short to grow up. I pray God sends me to that bridge and mashes me down with the biggest tsunami--that He gets me onto the Maiden of the Mist next to Niagra Falls and strips me of my rain poncho--and soaks me to the bone. Take me back to childhood, Lord. Make me know life as thrilling and unforgettable! Light me and my friends up with camaraderie in Your Presence!