The Slide

The Slide....every child is in awe of this giant mountain on the playground. The same way an adult looks high at roller coaster, mouth wide open, head tilted back in wonder, a child will stare at the slide. While working at a daycare for some time I got to see the excitement first hand. Everyday, 3:30pm on the dot was playground time. Shoelaces were tied tight, jackets zipped, and every eye fixed on one thing...who would be the first to conquer this giant. They all ran towards the slide screaming and laughing but very quiet once they got to the top. For safety reasons I would stand by the slide guiding each child down. The slide only reached my torso yet to them it was the Eiffel Tower. Some of the children were very scared and some of the children were not, yet each one was put at ease when I held their hand. Frowns soon faded, tears dried, and looks of fear were replaced by laughter. All it took was them letting me help them. They trusted I would let no harm come to them. Their faith in me was stronger than their fear of what could happen to them. Can we let God hold our fears? You may no longer be afraid of the dark and have long out grown your night light, but fears of loneliness, not being enough, lack of finances, the 'what-if' situations we think up in our heads or the terror that plagues us as we are fighting to sleep we can not overcome on our own strength. Can we approach the 'slides' in our lives by letting God hold our hands? I can assure you, your never 'too-old' for that...