Like
Adventurous Children
Children
like adventure, to roam and wander.
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hen we were little we’d venture through hills
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nd woods and come upon no-trespassing signs
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ailed to trees or hanging on fences. We weren’t
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isturbed because many acres were free to
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xplore. To country kids, creeks, vines,
trees and
R ocks were like
playgrounds were to town kids.
Kids
like to go here and there and where
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onders await. For endless hours, we
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ad fun climbing, swinging, sliding until
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xhausted. We’d soar in pretend jets and
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ockets and fight villains, monsters and
E vil men to protect
our part of the woods—
Woods
where we were allowed—always.
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times we’d be enticed by the forbidden,
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ike a decrepit house surrounded by
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eeds, a hidden monastery or other
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ssorted private properties. But we knew
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ou got in enough trouble even where we were
S upposed to be.
We knew, firsthand, it was
so.
So we stuck to where we were welcome.
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W
ish, in this life, we’d remember to
E ngage
in the opportunites our
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oving God has for us. At times we stay too
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lose to the fences, not venturing out.
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beying His no-trespassing signs, we
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ight have more fun and adventure
E xploring all of
the wonders He offers.
