The other night, I started thinking about how my life was when I was a little kid. Here’s an example of a typical summer day I may have had: wake up without an alarm. Watch TV. Eat breakfast that my mom made. Go play outside with my brother and our neighbors.
We did tricks on the swings. We pretended we were pirates, soldiers, explorers, or Native Americans in the playhouse my dad built. We rode bikes, scooters, and roller blades. We ran around with our dogs. By myself, I climbed trees (usually higher than I was allowed to), built tents out of umbrellas and towels to read books in, and wrote stories in the playhouse.
Then it would be about time for lunch, and it might have been hot in the afternoon. I read more books, played with my dolls, and practiced my dances or stretches. Later, my dad might make popcorn and we all would sit out on the deck or porch, making up our own jokes (my baby brother came up with this one – what do you call a man with no arms and no legs mowing the lawn? Slice!)
We would eat dinner together and then my dad and I would wrestle and I would totally win. Then maybe some more TV, or we would sit outside and play with sparklers and catch fireflies. And then I would fall asleep to the sound of crickets and a breeze in the leaves.
When I was thinking about all that, I half wished that my life was still like that. It was so much fun! I didn’t have any cares. I played hard and slept hard. I had barely any work to do. I didn’t even think about so many things that are the center of my life now. But would I go back? Let’s see. I have more chores, more school, more responsibilities, barely any time for doing what I want to do, and sometimes I can feel overwhelmed.
But I don’t have to be overwhelmed. I can still have the carefree feeling of a happy kid if I just give my cares to God. And I know it will just get harder as I grow up (in a few years, I may be scoffing at what I thought was overwhelming now), but God can still take my worries away. He’s got me, so I don’t have to worry about anything.
Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you. – 1 Peter 5:7, KJV
What are some fond childhood memories of yours?
How has God taught you to “cast your cares”?