When I Was Three

When I Was Three

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And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them, and said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven (Matthew 18:2 – 3 KJV).

I walked among dandelions when I was three

They were beautiful then

Yellow, bright, inviting, and plentiful

When blooms died

I blew them to other worlds

 

 

I squealed at butterflies when I was three

Wonders worth chasing

I romped through meadows after their allure

Time held no meaning

Their fluttering dance the object of dreams

 

I prayed unashamedly when I was three

Daddy God all-powerful provider

Faith unencumbered by intellect

I’d make my request assured He answers

Then picked a bouquet of happiness

 

 

To become as I was when I was three

To see beauty in weeds

To abandon conventionality

To trust implicitly

This is my quest.

 

Sometimes I wish I could go back to those days when life was uncomplicated … when bumps and bruises were washed away with a mother’s hug.

Yet, Jesus is there … every day … doing just that.

What was your faith like as a child?

 

 

About Linda Wood Rondeau

Award-winning author Linda Wood Rondeau writes blended contemporary fiction that demonstrates, once surrendered to God, our worst past often becomes our best future. Retired from her long career in human services, she enjoys being able to play golf year around. Readers may visit her website and blog, called Snark and Sensibility.

Comments

  1. Lovely!

  2. Thanks so much!

  3. And I love the days when I succeed in that quest. It’s rejuvenating!

  4. I’m with you on the same quest, sister Linda. Thank you for the lovely images.

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