I wish I was a kid again...

I met a guy for coffee who uttered these words. These seven words run around inside my head all the time. Like C.S. Lewis says, "I don't know if it's wishful thinking or thoughtful wishing", but whatever it is, there something to it. I long for the days when I didn't know so much. When I didn't know where the sun went at night. When I didn't know why the sound of birds accompanied the spring. When I didn't know how big the woods really were behind my house. When I didn't know how far away a star was or when I saw the Big Dipper for the first time (it formed itself in my mind as I connected the dots). When I didn't know what it was about a song that drew me in. When I didn't care about money and how the bills were going to be paid. When I explored in the barn hoping to unearth some great mystery. When I really believed that things were waiting to be discovered. When I didn't have any idea how many people were alive on this planet (it's grown almost 2 billion people since I was born in '74). When McDonalds was Heaven. When I didn't think about what people thought about me. When I thought sin was really bad and felt conviction over things like getting into the refrigerator and talking back to an adult. When my conscience was as sensative as my tastebuds and my innocense pure like the dew. When I didn't worry about tomorrow or fret about yesterday. When I didn't know about how much people hated each other. When I didn't need something spectacular to get a rush...simple did the trick. When I didn't know that all the beautiful places in the world were being commercialized. When I didn't have any idea how dirty politics were. When I thought the church had God's best interests in mind. When I didn't question God's presence because I believed what He said about Himself, "I will never leave you or forsake you." When I didn't need so much to feel satisfied. When I didn't wonder who my real friends were or where they were. When I didn't try so hard. When I slept through the night. OH, to sleep through the night again.

But I'm not a kid, I'm a grown up. I'm one of those people that seems to think survival is success. At least that's what I feel I'm supposed to believe. I think I'll just keep wishing I was a kid again and maybe, just maybe, I'll get lucky enough to relive one of those beautiful realities. Like it says in Eccl. "with much knowledge comes much sorrow." I just wish I didn't know so much sometimes. They say knowledge is power. I'm not sure who "they" are, but I think they're up a "crick".