A child's laughter is like music to my ears, weather it be toddler's, babie's or kid's. Just listening to their giggles, laughs, and or chuckles from whatever amusement that's around, and to hear them even sing praising God is amazing, it warms my heart, they always want to sing "Jesus loves the little children of the world". Every day here has it's daily dose of laughte and yes even a few tears here and there. remember as a kid playing "duck, duck goose, freeze tag?" or just things you don't really play much of anymore because "your all grown up" but when u play it with the children they make you want to be a child again. i remember when i was a kid i would think that McDonald's was a 5 star restaurant and now i think olive garden pretty much dominates, i thought M&Ms were better than money because i could eat it. and i thought if daddy kissed my scrapes that they would just go away sooner. or When all i knew were colors, addition tables and simple nursery rhymes, and the theme song to spongbob square pants. somewhere in my youth i just felt that maturing was way better. i didn't want to be a kid anymore. i wanted to face the full responsibilities, and do whatever i wanted. I learned too much. "I learned of nuclear weapons, war, prejudice, starvation and abused children. I learned of lies, unhappy marriages, suffering, illness, pain and death. I learned of a world where men left their families to go and fight for our country, and returned only to end up living on the streets… begging for their next meal. I learned of a world where children knew how to kill…and did" the kids here don't worry, because they don't know what to worry about, they know what makes them happy. and that is good enough. Matthew 6:25-34 (NIV) Do Not Worry “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
