I realized the other day that while I still enjoy the occasional fart noise or snot joke (and I do really enjoy them-seriously will laugh out loud), the left over tomboy juice in my heart is running out. I found a frog in my bathroom (I don't want to think how it got there-it was the downstairs bathroom so I am going to hope it hopped in from the front door and not up the you know what).
I screamed like a girl when I found it. Seriously let myself down here. Don't get me wrong I still picked it up and took it outside. I am sure my neighbors thought I was crazy as I let the frog go out in the front yard and I continued to yell "Mr. Frog, you stay outside." I kind of miss my days of tadpoles and garden snakes (I gave one to my mom for mother's day once).
What I miss the most is the feeling of fearlessness, the curiosity of the world paired with innocence. But now my fearlessness is in my faith and rests on my innocence being restored through my Savior. My new motto in life is "Have fun storming the castle." I translate this as bringing joy to the struggle while running full force into the arms of my creator. What joy to find he is running to meet me.
"You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers. I'm about to burst with song; I can't keep quiet about you. God, oh my God, I can't thank you enough." Psalm 30:11
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