Through a Child’s Eyes

Watching my second rainbow of the day and thinking of some lyrics by Don Wyrtzen.

“When I was just a child I knew
Why rain fell and flowers grew
The I believe came easy then
And I can still remember when”

The words convict me.

Because for most of the afternoon I’ve been filling out a loan form, drafting a financial statement and making budget projections—things that, predictably, make me anxious.

Then I remember.

A time when I possessed far less, yet trusted far more.

Lord, help me see through the eyes of a child.

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