April Eleventh; Curious

 I’m curious and anticipating what the day will hold. Today is my day to help out in the nursery at church. I do love being in the class taking care of the two and three year old children. It will be me and one other as we try to not laugh too hard at their antics while keeping them from harm. 

Children are a blessing and treasure in life. Their curiosity about the world around them is amazing. They soak information up like a sponge and take life head on. If only we as adults could be more like them. Seeking answers to the things that perplex us. Asking “why?” until we come to an acceptable understanding. Why, is the sky blue? Why, does rain fall? Why, do dogs love us so much? Why, do people hurt each other? 

Questions, questions.

 And that energy level. If one were to try and register it on the scale to measure the strength of earthquakes or hurricanes, it would be over the top. Am I wrong?

 What if, instead of being overly concerned about what might go wrong in a given situation, we focused on what may go right? Children look at each new event as an adventure waiting. There is the excitement over the fun waiting to be had, not the worries of what might, may, could, happen in the journey there. 

There are many ways, to be curious obviously. If we pick up a book that intrigues us, and we wonder if it will be as good as implied. If we plant a flower or vegetable garden, how well will it preform? If we consider a new job, will we like what it entails and remain?

 Questions, questions.

That could and should lead us to answers. If we purchase the book, will we actually read it? When we plant the garden, will we tend it? Will we do everything required in the new job? It takes working on things, to get results. Even the ones that leave us less than satisfied. 

Then of course, there is the fact that we can be too curious. Especially children. Having no fear they will try anything. Some adults will as well. Without taking into consideration and preparation for potential dangers. A flooded river is no place to swim or try to negotiate in an inflatable boat. For example. 

Be sure you want to know, what is hidden away in that box in the attic, before you open the letter from one long not heard from, before you open the door to a room long neglected.

 Curiosity, is not a bad thing. Yet is it something to be handled with care. I wonder though.. what arouses your curiosity?

What waits behind the door?

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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