The light falling in on their faces as they played together practicing their glorious child-like imaginations sparked mine. I’m growing more and more convinced that children hold a key to heaven’s creativity and simple solutions for the world’s complicated problems. In a child’s purest imaginations there are no ulterior motives. There is no fear, no lack… the stumbling blocks that keep us from fully using these amazingly complex minds that God created in us. Over and over I hear the Holy Spirit whisper, “Notice his imagination. Pay attention.” It’s more than a correction to not miss out on this fleeting stage of my sons’ lives, it’s an invitation to unearth a priceless secret that they carry to help them preserve it for their generation and the ones to follow. Many people have little hope for my generation, let alone the generation of my children. But I say to the dry bones of my generation… unite, grow, and live to bring the Light to all the world.
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