Come to me like a Child.
Oh how we tend to forget as we get older.
Where does that passion for the smallest of wonders go?
Are we so into mans world we forget the simplest of creations?
Have we lost the ability to appreciate the smallest of creation once discovered as a child?
I desire to be full of wonder again
I no longer want to appreciate because of the obvious beauty that surrounds us,but to discover the beauty once again in all things we sometimes take for granted.
This is my Grandson Owen. His first discovery of a Badybug. Yes a Badybug!
God always thinks big and starts small,creating beauty in it's true form.