All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust

Sometimes when I meet one of my daughters teenage friends, I ask them "what do you want to be when you grow up... because I am still looking for ideas."

It's true I have what appears to a grown up life. I have a spouse and kids. I have a job. I pay taxes. I have a student loan and a mortgage payment. I vote and I drive around. Most days I look like a pretty normal grown-up.

But the true is, I don't want to grow up fully. I don't want to have to 'clean up' after myself and be completely self-sufficient and thankfully I don't have to be. Jesus said, unless you are converted and become like children you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.

We often times get to concerned with looking onward at the next great adventure but we forget to really live. We go through the motions and before we know it life has past us by. Peter Pan is one of my favorite Disney characters because he never misses a moment to live. He lives for adventure. Granted he doesn't really live in reality but he sure does like to have fun. Life does have to be balanced but life needs child-like faith and jollification (what a fun word.)

So as a semi-grown-up - my challenge today is to look for adventures, don't rush on to the next things, slow down, don't try to grow up too fast - and just enjoy where you are right now.

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