They spin and they twirl and they stand on their tip toes (preferably in the sunlight streaming through the window so they can watch their shadow dance). In their mind’s eye, they are as graceful as the Ballet Magnificat.
I’m 9 again and twirling around the living room, performing those spins and jumps as well as any Olympic ice skater. The only difference, of course, is that I’m wearing a pink nightie and “skating” on our dark green carpet rather than on ice.
When did I lose the graceful self-assurance? When did my mind’s eye become critical rather than confident? When did I start believing the culture’s lies about body size? When did I start measuring beauty?
It’s no wonder He tells us to come as a child. Full of grace for our selves and everyone else.