The dance floor…

What do I like most about spending time with my nephews and nieces? It’s the purity of their smiles and the innocence of their laughter. It is so addictive that I just can’t get enough. Every sparkle of their eyes speaks to the deepest part of my heart that “yes, all is just well”.

They make mistakes, they cry and get corrected BUT a simple hug or a kiss could easily cradle them. They don’t measure their worth with the mistakes they make. They don’t hold grudges. They don’t dwell with their flaws; they just move on. The nods of their parents could swiftly bring them back to the dance floor; in a little while they would again swing their skirts, take their own moments and you would just find yourself smiling at them once again.

This is one of the mysteries in life – whilst the children would mostly learn from the adults; they as well carry tons of unspoken lessons that only those who would listen and observe intently will find them. Their smiles speak volumes of GOD’s goodness.

I always smile whenever I hear my nephews/nieces “boast” about me but this time, during my short vacation, they were my inspiration, in fact, they were my teachers.


For an answer Jesus called over a child, whom he stood in the middle of the room, and said, “I’m telling you, once and for all, that unless you return to square one and start over like children, you’re not even going to get a look at the kingdom, let alone get in. Whoever becomes simple and elemental again, like this child, will rank high in God’s kingdom. What’s more, when you receive the childlike on my account, it’s the same as receiving me.” Matthew 18:3-5, MSG

PS: I have written this on 26 December 2010 while on board from the Philippines to Singapore Cebu Pacific 5J-807. I will never forget this flight because of heavy turbulence… I could hear the passengers shouting when our plane took a free-fall… I was writing this blog when that happened and I closed my eyes and prayed, “God I know you have  a lot of plans for me yet!” haha.


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