It Takes a Child to Remind Us

Sometimes it takes a child to remind us that we just don't have all the answers--and that's okay. As I sat in the audience with my brother and mother Saturday watching five kids sing and dance their way through a live show called, "Children's Letters to God," I could not help but laugh out loud and realize that many of their childish questions are the questions that endure over a lifetime. Watching these kids stop, look up, ask their question to God, then run off and get on with life was refreshing. We all stop and ask at different times "Why is all this happening? Why do people have to suffer?" The energy and raw curiosity of these kids gave mom a two hour reprieve--I'm sure she forgot that she had trouble breathing as she soaked in the presence of these mini actors that evoked fond memories of her own cast of characters years ago. She was shining in the audience and said she could not take her eyes off the littlest one with the larger than life personality. People of all ages have their crises...even little people. Some think the world will come to an end over a turtle dying or a bug being squished. But they speak their troubles out loud, get mad, sad, or sulk for a bit, and skip away. Life goes on. Lesson learned.