I went to the playground yesterday. We picked my granddaughter up from school and her mom drove us to the playground.
My sweet girl ran out of the car and headed towards the monkey bars. She was crawling and going from one rung to another. Soon after that, the slide was her object of attention. Climbing up the slide and engaging a couple of smaller children in conversation, she slide down. Her laughter was music to me, filling my heart with such pride, amazement and love.
My daughter and I talked while she played. Eventually I headed over to the swings. I love to swing. Our Little Miss was incredulous to see her grandmother on a swing, like I was too old for such a stunt. I challenged her to see who could swing higher. The challenged was readily accepted. The feeling of flying freely through the air was delicious. Pumping my legs to go high and laughing with my Little Miss, made the years fade away for me. There is nothing as exhilarating to me as swinging. It is one thing I always enjoy.
Of course, she won the contest as with age and wisdom I didn’t have the stamina to pump as hard as my seven year old challenger. I gave her credit for beating me.
As I stopped pumping my legs I realized I had to stop. Stopping was much easier years ago. Somehow putting your feet down and dragging them to stop the swing was not as jarring as it was yesterday. In that I felt like the old grandma person I am.
As I was swinging, though, I felt free. I wondered how it will feel once I am with the Lord. Where I can swing as high as I want and jump off the swing knowing that I am safe.
Joy comes in many forms. This week it is coming in the form of a treasured seven year old. She awakens the freedom, the enthusiasm of life. Running becomes flying and freedom.
“ But Jesus said, “Let the children come to me. Don’t stop them! For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who are like these children.” Matthew 19:14 (NLT)