A Sandbox Day

Today has been sort of a rough day. I won’t elaborate on the various things that all seemed to come together to collapse every hope and dream I’ve had for myself over the next few weeks, but will simply leave it as a day I wouldn’t much want to repeat.

(Saw this on the internet and it reminded me of my brother's cities)

It makes me think about the sandbox. My father built one for my brother and I when we were little and it was an amazing place to play. I always loved to come to the sandbox and see all the amazing cities and tunnels that had been built. Then to relieve my stress I played Godzilla and crushed them all. The only problem was I was never the one to build the city in the first place. Dexterity was not my greatest concern at 3 years of age. My older brother would always return to see his hard work and toil spoiled by his younger sister of 5 years.

(Another from the internet.. who doesn't love city crushing?)

The point of this memory is that not only was it a carefree time for me, but one of great adversity for Jason. So many days I wish that I could go back to being younger and not have to deal with what seems like the weight of the world, and yet there is a time when we are all going to have to deal with it. Jason kept building the cities no matter how many times they got knocked down. And taking a page out of my 3-year-old-self’s book, there’s nothing I couldn’t conquer then, so why let it change now? Especially when you have God’s help.