Yesterday night me and a couple of friends grabbed a coffee. Usually we sit at the coffee shop and catch up but instead we opted for a change in scenery and hit a local park. We sauntered into the park, on the prowl for some swings, and as soon as 3 opened up it happened: our inner 6 year olds were promptly released. 3 girls, 2 coffees, and 1 slushy went running for the freshly vacated seats. We were content to just swing for a while, enjoying our beverages. But then Lindsay instigated a rousing game of "who can throw their shoe the farthest off the swing". She won. Melisa came in a dismal last place when her flip flop caught on her foot and her cell phone flew into the bark mulch.

It was a freeing experience to embrace my inner 6 year old, start up a sychronized swinging team, and laugh and shout so loud that 12 year old hoodlums passing by mocked us. But it didn't matter because we were in that 6 year old space. That place where it didn't matter who was around or what they were saying or doing because you were with your friends, you were having fun, and that's what mattered. It didn't really matter who's shoe flew the farthest and we didn't rely on physics to explain it to us because we made our shoes fly together and that's what mattered. And it didn't really matter whether our sychronized swinging team was sychronized or not because it just mattered that we were all making an attempt.

It's made me wonder what the world might look like if we all embraced our inner 6 year old a little more. Maybe the UN needs a giant swingset in their office instead of a big table surrounded with chairs. It's also refreshed to me the fact that Jesus commands us to have faith like a child. It's not an option. When was the last time you raced your Heavenly Father to the swingset and kicked off your shoes?