By MAD21
Go to any playground and you will likely find swings. Just about every kid I know loves to swing. My daughters looooooove to swing. They like everything else on the playground, too, but it's always the first and last thing we do when we go.
My daughter came home with a memorization assignment this week. It fit well with this post, so I thought I'd share it with you.
"The Swing"
by Robert Louis Stevenson
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside-
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown-
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
I loved to swing when I was little, and still do when my old bones can stand to sit in the swing. There is just something about the freedom of falling back and forth, and the flow of air that goes across your face. It's as if you are flying into the heavens, higher and higher.
For me, it's the joy in the simple things, such as swinging, that bear the fingerprints of God. Sometimes you just have to slow down long enough to experience them. Have you been to the playground lately?
Fellow blogger Beki at The Rusted Chain has a really great weekly post she does every Friday called "Fingerprint Friday." We are to look around and see where we can see God's fingerprints. Is it in nature? Kids? Animals? Anywhere? Go find out where Beki saw God this week, and be sure to check out the other bloggers who linked their stories as well.