Growing up doesn't necessarily equal maturing.

"And I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now"

I’m wondering if I should rename my blog something along the lines of “Things we learn from kids”. I never meant it to be like this, it’s just that this is what keeps coming. Jesus teaches us to become like children, and I’m understanding that there is so many layers to His teaching. It really is a privilege to be a mum and learn all the things I was not privy to before.


We’ve just returned from a beautiful trip to Thailand. Half visa run, half holiday. So relaxing – markets, cafes, delicious street food abounds. The completely laid back atmosphere, something so different to what we have become accustomed to, was what I needed to get some energy back for returning to K. We spent an evening with one of our amazing team mates, (happy to chill with our little party of four!) We sat at a sidewalk table, as a soloist played guitar just across from us. Mim started to dance on the sidewalk. Just by herself, completely oblivious that other people were watching. She was just doing what felt right and fun! Jumping, skipping, twirling, making up some words and moving to the side if she was in anybody’s way and then picking up right where she left off.

It made me wonder why I can’t ‘dance’ in the same authentic carefree way, moving to the side as I need to, but coming back to what I know is right? A four year old can forget everybody watching, so why do I always move as if I have an audience, even when there isn’t one at all?