Let the Children Come to Me

Jesus said: “Let the little children come to me!” Big or little — Old or Young — We are His children.

Sincerely — I know my age and I know I am not qualified to ride the 12 and under rides. But, I am still riding the joy-of-life bandwagon.

Let’s be honest — some folks take life way too seriously.

They wake up with a to-do list longer than the driveway, wear stress like a badge of honor, and somewhere along the way, they forgot how to really laugh out loud! They’ve traded wonder for worry and play for productivity. They’re stuck in a loop of making a living and forgot about living.
But not me.

I’m fully committed to riding the joy-of-life bandwagon — and I’m not getting off anytime soon. I belly laugh with my husband, my children, my grandkids and my friends — at their jokes, their silly shenanigans, and their dance moves and hilarious moods!
And I’m not alone.

We love hanging out with our friends in our community. We still love to play! We play pickleball. We walk, run, giggle, and maybe creak a little, but we move with purpose. We haven’t lost our wonder — we’ve reclaimed it. Because play isn’t childish. It’s kingdom-minded.

Jesus didn’t say, “Act your age!”
He said, “Let the little children come to me… for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” (Matthew 19:14)

Play isn’t just fun. It’s faithful.
It’s choosing joy, even in the face of grief.
It’s smiling through sore muscles and celebrating the sacred gift of life.
It’s refusing to let the weight of the world crush the childlike delight that lives in us.

Sure, we’ve known loss. We’ve walked through storms. But we haven’t let it steal our spark.

So here’s your invitation:
Take a break from the grind.
Put down the phone.
Go splash in the puddle.
Dance in your living room.
Laugh until your cheeks hurt.

Let’s live like children again — with open hearts, loud joy, and eyes full of wonder.

Life is short. Let’s live it fully.

Jesus didn’t say “grow up” — He said, “Come like children.” Choose joy. Laugh loud. Splash in the puddles. The Kingdom belongs to hearts like that.