“Grow young.” I needed a trip across the ocean this week to hear the whisper that contradicts what the tired, striving world around me echoes into my insides.
I like it when I feel strong, competent, studied, and smart. Full-fledged.
But He likes it when I’m that little girl. Whimsical, trusting, with the glint of Daddy’s reflection in her eye.
These murky days require new, old skills to thrive. It’s the way of the little girl … the little boy: wild trust, comfort in feeling small in His big world, playful expectancy of God. My intuition won’t tell me this, but this week His Spirit did.