Childlike creativity….we seem to have lost a bit of that these past 40 years. Now it’s pre-school, play dates, having “lessons” and more organized child time.
Talking with others my age about how life has evolved and what might be next. The Jetson’s seemed like a real future and though the cartoon was ahead of it’s time…it’s not how life unfolded.
Now my future hope is not how the world will evolve but for more of my Savior in each day.
…we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.
Sometimes I do want to hurry His arrival…