I’ve always thought the best thing about babies playing is the way they find the most ordinary things captivating.
The sound of a bee buzzing by. The sun filtering through the leaves of a tree above your head. The feel of grass under your hand and between your fingers.
Ordinary things that are around so often you don’t even really notice them anymore. Babies notice though, because the world is all new and fascinating.
And so you notice too, because you find their fascination so beautiful, and you find yourself watching that bee landing on that flower and you notice anew the texture of the grass under your palms and how it feels like nothing else.
Newborn Christians do the same thing. They take joy in those aspects of the journey that those who’ve been on it longer don’t really notice anymore. The music, the scriptures, the church services. Things that have become routine and boring to some of us are new and exciting to those experiencing it for the first time.
We can learn so much from those who are younger than us. I don’t think we were ever meant to stop marvelling at the things that enchanted us when we were new.