Coming to a hill on a country lane yesterday, I drove past a little girl who was skipping full speed down the incline, long red hair flying out behind her and arms swinging.
Thought number one, from the mom half of my brain: She might fall.
Thought number two: She is the picture of joy, and I wish I had a camera.
On the sidewalk 50 yards behind the little girl were two grandmas moving slowly, with careful steps.
I went to a friend’s 50th birthday party recently, so I am reminded this body of mine will keep getting older, but I hope on the inside I’m always bounding joyfully on a downhill slope.
Risking obedience to God with hair flying in the wind, until the day my feet land solid in his kingdom of heaven.
All for joy.
“Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.” (2 Corinthians 4:16 NIV)