I’ve been reading The House at Pooh Corner with the girls. It’s been a new thing for me, reading “classics” in their true form. Books like Ramona are what I remember from my early years and we’ll probably have to find that one to read too! Anyway, we were starting Chapter VI when the first paragraph really made me think:
By the time it came to the edge of the Forest, the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, “There is no hurry. We shall get there some day.” But all the little streams higher up in the Forest went this way and that, quickly, eagerly, having so much to find out before it was too late.
Part of me wants to believe I’ve grown up like the river, and I think I have quit living for the next big thing more and more. The other part of me doesn’t want to NOT jump and run and sparkle (who doesn’t want to sparkle or hold on to pieces of youthfulness?). Having purpose, steadfastness, and maturity may hold more value on the balance.
Thank you Father for growing us up.