I witnessed God's pure love yesterday in the mulch of a playpark. A simple park where tag, chase, swings and slides connected hearts of the innocent. Where the heaviness of our country didn't matter. It was real and simple. It was of God.
I took my grandgirls to the park yesterday afternoon and I saw the connection. Connection despite differences. A connection between those of different ages. A connection between those of different races. It was beautiful. It was God's church of love and kindness in kids.
It was a snapshot of what's to come one day in heaven. As I witnessed this "wonderfulness", my heart danced with joy as warm happiness filled my eyes. And I asked myself, "Way do the young ones know what is right, and realize that some things should never matter?" The little ones know evil and the heaviness of the world don't belong on the playpark.
Us big kids can learn from the little ones. We are all equal on earth and in our Father's eyes.
Go out and spread God's realness as you go participate in the playparks of life today. Spread love. Spread kindness. Spread joy. It makes a difference. It matters.