Carefree.

I wanted to slow down, to take it all in. Was something missing? Possible longing? On a warmer than average fall day, I was driving through a neighborhood when a young girl caught my eye. She was barefooted, wearing a dress, and riding a bike. I wasn't quite sure what it was about this scene that made me want to be her. She was cute and had an innocence about her, but that wasn't it. I couldn't quite put words to it until the word did come. Carefree. I want to be carefree. I want to be barefooted, to ride, and I might as well be wearing a dress! To laugh, to not have a worry in the world.
That's just it. The world has a way of coming in and replacing carefree with worry. Snatching joy and leaving anxiety. Making you preoccupied so that there's not time for what is good. Tiring you out so that you're not fully awake to what's around you.
But I want to be carefree. To be barefooted and fully living. And who cares who's watching? Soaking up joy, finding contentment. Having a smile on my face and a laugh in my belly. I want to come to God as a child. To not have a worry in the world because I am His. To have humility and trust. To live a beautiful life and bask in His presence.