The eyes of a child

Whoever came up with the idea that adults always have the answer and stand alone in their wisdom, was completely mistaken. I'm blown away that this concept has survived the ages and has been spoon fed to the younger generation. I believe that it has a great deal to do with control and insecurity.
We have a God that tells us to be as little children....why then are we infatuated with growing up? This strange obsession with acting like an adult is overrated. I'm not talking about being "mature", that's a different thing altogether. We have a religious system that lauds being distinguished and presentable, while the little "Words of God" scuffle around beneath our feet fulfilling their destiny for which they were sent, and all the while we miss it.
If you don't believe me, then I challenge you to come spend an afternoon at my house. Come and watch my 9 month old little girl laugh and play and smile. Come and see the purity of her heart and the joy she has. See if you can hold back a smile, or even tears sometimes. She only knows how to exist in who she is. There is no pretense or facade. Only this beautiful little munchkin with bright blue eyes that melt you into the floor. Her day consists of scurrying around the house on her new found mode of transportation(hands and knees), and her occasional stint in her walker/race car while she slings her all-to-noisy toys through the air and squeals in delight.
I have been in the process of learning who God really is for the last 9 months of my life. I thought I was so wise and informed. I had it all figured out. Until this mysterious little creature came along and rearranged my world. Not a day goes by that I don't smile or shed tears over her. She has taught me more about God in 9 months than I have learned on my own in 10 years.
See, the reality is that she has it figured out. Not in fullness yet, but she knows what to do when she's hungry, or she has a poopy diaper. It's no secret, she cries for her father. This doesn't take thought or reason, it's simply her ingrained response to her need. When I leave the room...she notices, and with her new found freedom, and the condition of her tummy or her pants, she will do one of two things: she will whine until I come back in the room, or she will come find me. That is her reality at this point in her life. There isn't another option. When I begin to fix one or both of the aforementioned conditions, she is still usually screaming, but as I begin to take care of her the relief comes into her eyes, and then it's just her and I. She's usually staring at me smiling or grabbing at my face and we'll play or I'll tickle her till she screams . It's just her and I and there's nothing else in her world, or mine, at that moment. She loves my face and I love hers. Other times I leave the room she's content for a few minutes, but the moment she loses the sense of my presence her pursuit begins. At that point, I can walk back in and sit down, and she's fine. Her daddy is in view, and all is right with the world. At which point she will return to her playing, but not without checking in on me every few seconds. She wants to know that my focus is on her. That I have a watchful eye fixed on her. If I fail to do this then she will noisily make her way towards me and begin to chew on my toe or something. Ariana is extremely proficient at holding my gaze, simply because of who she is. She doesn't have a job or do tricks or bring home straight A's. She just drools on everything and poops 3 times a day, and she's my world. I don't have to try and love her, I simply do, and not because I want her to grow up and be awesome and change the world. I do it for her. I do realize that the fruit of me loving her and being there for her like I need to be, will be an amazing girl that impacts everyone she meets, but it's not my motivation.
What's the point? This is our life in Christ. To have access to the Father. To hold his gaze. To have no other option but him. To run to him in our distress. To trust him, watch him, move with him, pursue him. To know that he loves us and that he's for us. To realize that we can't make it without him. As we grow and learn to trust him more, our whining will fade away and turn into waiting. Our tears will turn to patience. Our hunger will be satisfied, and hearts will become full. We will experience the beauty of his face, and the providence of his hand. This is maturity. This is being hidden within him. This is knowing him. So go, let your hearts be free. Run and play and live and love and be like a little child.