The Cares of a Child

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.

Sorry, that was long and I don’t blame you if you didn’t read it all! It was so much fun to write and remember all that, though. You are probably wondering if there is a point to all this. There is.

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”?

19 Comments Add yours

  1. Josh says:

    Everyone longs for carefree days.

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  2. T. R. Noble says:

    Loved walking down memory lane!!! I’m sure at some point you will look back and compare. I do sometimes and see how God protected me in ways I didn’t see then. But that does not mean what you are going through now as a teen is any less real. And that’s ok!!! Because it is not always easy and being a teen isn’t easy! I have to say though I really appreciate your perspective. ā¤ May God continue to guide you as you hold His hand šŸ™‚

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    1. Thanks! Yeah, I hope I’ll be able to see how he has worked as I get older.

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      1. T. R. Noble says:

        šŸ™‚ well you saw the blessings you had as a kid already, I believe you absolutely will in the future!!!

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  3. I so enjoyed remembering how it was when you and your brothers were little and life was simpler, though busy in a different way. I am also extremely proud of the young woman you have become – so responsible, and disciplined, and kind. You raise me up every day, my child! Let’s make this the best year – as a family and as individuals – ever!

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    1. Yes! Starting with rising at 5:30 every day.

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  4. Oh baby girl, these thoughts cross my mind often. I am 57 years old, and I think about my idyllic life in the sixties and seventies, even the eighties! Of course, I suffered from drug and alcohol addiction and anorexia. But still, I really did have a lovely life. Would I go back? No. God has brought me so far from where I once was, and giving your cares to Him means the world to the soul who has more cares than blessings. Great post!

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    1. Thanks for sharing a bit of your life story with me! It shows a lot about you that you wouldn’t go back and change anything.

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  5. vicklea says:

    I used to play with my sister and I read a lot!

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    1. I still love to read! You probably do to, because of all the reviews you do.

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      1. vicklea says:

        Yes, I read a lot!

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  6. This is so good. I understand how overwhelming things can be. Now that Iā€™m on break, Iā€™m rushing to get all my enjoyment in! šŸ˜‰ I loved seeing this positive reminder! Blessings!

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  7. I love the illustration of your childhood and your message!

    When I was little I was blessed to live in a neighborhood where it seemed like nearly every house had a child my age. Our parents just turned us loose in the summer days and we knew to be back by the time the street light turned on. If not, our parents could be heard yelling for us out the front door. There would be flashlight tag and building up the courage to ride your bike down the big hill in the neighborhood. My backyard had the perfect hill for sledding, so it attracted many friends in the winter. Lots of good memories!

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    1. Sounds like you had a lot of fun! šŸ˜

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  8. I love this story of your life and what God is teaching you from it! It’s a great reminder that we can bring all our cares to God and leave them there! šŸ™‚

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