Go:
After 34 years a heart can get crusty and tough. My thoughts drown out holy thoughts, moments too busy lose the beauty of now, eyes attune to duty miss wonder. But moments at the feet of a tender Savior are growing my heart backwards. Backwards in time to recapture mystery, the delight of childhood, the surprise of new.
Fresh eyes come in the backward moments of regenerated childhood. Reaching back to capture infantile grace. Not that I want to undue maturity and wisdom, hard won through experience. But knowledge without fresh eyes is stuffy and unapproachable. Oh for the balance of a timeless young heart stretching backwards in wonder and an ageless wisdom seeing down the road!
Stop.
