I found a woolly bear caterpillar on my walk today, and immediately I felt like I was six years old again. I had to stroke the little bristly hairs that covered it. I longed to pick it up and feel its little suction-cup-like feet move along my finger. My brain pulled up those happy memories from my childhood of woolly bears of varying colors--reddish, orange, blonde, black and orange, black--all marching along leaves and childish fingers and arms.
I'm so grateful for experiencing that moment of childhood, that sense of innocence and wonder and joy in God's creation. It was a reminder that no matter our age or cynicism or sophistication, we are still children of God. Creations of God's, just like this fragile caterpillar.
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