BLESSED ARE THE CHILDREN, FOR THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN IS THEIRS
Sometimes an uncontrollable sadness grips us. We recognize that the magic moment of the day has passed and that we have done nothing about it. life begins to conceal its magic and art.
We have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle it cries, but we cannot silence its voice.
The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.
If we are not reborn - if we cannot learn to look at life with innocence and enthusiasm of childhood, it makes no sense to go on living.
We have to pay attention to what the child in our heart tells us. we should not be embarrassed by this child. We must not allow this child to be scared because the child is alone and is almost never heard.
We must allow the child to take the reins of our lives. The child knows that each day is different from every other day. We have to allow it to feel loved again. We must please this child, even if it means that we act in ways we are not used to, in ways that may seem foolish to others.