If you’re anything like me then perhaps you spend some time in the evenings thinking back at how much fun childhood was and how much you miss the good old times with friends and the carefree attitude.
A friend added me on facebook this afternoon, I hadn’t seen or heard from her in almost 14 years and it was such a pleasant surprise to see her happily married with kids of her own . . . she used to be tiny those days but she’s grown into a full fledged woman now.

It set me thinking, not too long ago we were just 8 yr olds, running around the school yard throwing dust at each other, playing football or teasing the girls who spent ALL DAY (and I mean all day) playing that hopelessly ridiculous game they called tente. Now we’re older, majority of us parents of our own little tots and probably busy telling them how we came first in all our subjects and never upset mummy for a minute.

Time is fading by so fast sometimes the past seems like a blur . . . a distant memory of a person you once were but can hardly recognize anymore. A thief of memories, a thief of dreams, hopes and aspirations . . . but a kind reminder that we all must pass through this cycle of life once and as the years roll by we too will grow gray hair and use walking sticks . . . telling our grandkids how wonderful life once used to be in our time.
A few years ago I would have turned up my nose at the very notion of getting married but now it seems to have become a secret dream . . . a wish to hold my own son or daughter in my arms. Many times I catch myself dreaming of the things I would teach him . . . the books I once loved to read as a child, how to climb trees, ride a bicycle, sing . . . I dream about reading him bible stories before bedtime, teaching him how to be a man, how not to make the mistakes I made as a growing boy and best of all how to catch chics!

There are so many things I wished I could be growing up, but now I can’t but see the gentle hands of Jesus shaping me into the man He always wanted me to be. It’s been a long road from the cradle . . . but one road I will always cherish even as I prepare to bring another to begin his own special journey.