Oh, to be Seven Again…

To Whom It May Concern:

I hereby officially tender my resignation as a seventeen year old.  I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of a 7-year-old again.

I want to go to McDonald’s and think that it’s a four star restaurant. I want to skip rocks across the lake and watch the ripples vibrate.
I want to think M&M’s are better than money, because you can eat them. Especially the peanut ones. I want to play dodgeball at camp before lunch learn how to shoot bow and arrows as my elective again. I want to set up a picnic under the tree out front and make igloos’ in the wintertime. 

I want to return to a time when life was simple.  When all you knew were colors, addition tables, and simple nursery rhymes, but that didn’t bother you, because you didn’t know what you didn’t know and you didn’t care. When all you knew was to be happy because you didn’t know all the things that should make you worried and upset.  I want to think that the world is fair. That everyone in it is honest and good.  I want to believe that anything is possible.

Somewhere in my youth I matured and learned too much.  I learned of nuclear weapons, war, prejudice, starvation, and even abused children.  I learned of lies, unhappy marriages, suffering, illness, pain and death.  I learned of a world where men left their families to go and fight for our country, and returned only to end up living on the streets, begging for their next meal.  Yes, this is our world.

What happened to the time when we thought that everyone would live forever, because we didn’t grasp the concept of death?  When we thought the worst thing in the world was if someone took the jump rope from you or you heard of children being bullied between classes?  I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be
overly excited by little things once again.  I want to return to the days when reading was fun and music was clean.  When television was used to report the news or family entertainment.

I remember being naive and thinking that everyone was happy because I was. I would spend my afternoons playing in the sprinkler system or riding bikes up and down the neighborhood. I didn’t worry about time, or deadlines or midterms. Yeap, it’s that time of the semester again. I didn’t use to have to worry about what people thought of me. Now it’s all people think about. I used to wonder what I was going to do or be when I grew up.

I want to live simple again.  I don’t want my day to consist of  this class, that class, that assignment, this paper, this friend, that drama, depressing news, “What Not to Wear” or “1000 Things to See Before You Die”. I don’t wanna have to worry about how much money is in my bank account, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.  I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.  I want to be 7 again.

That’s seeing the world through a child’s eyes. But in this world, we do grow up. We’ll leave behind those times. And as Paul says, we learn to “leave childish ways behind [us].” See this is the world we live in. This is what it has become. Not that it has BECOME anything, but that we KNOW more as we grow older. We see it for what it really is. But that’s the purpose of our being here, right? Christ says we are to be the light of the world and the salt of the earth. No need for light in a place already lit. No need for salt in a dish that’s already seasoned. Our job as believers is FAR from over. And so for that reason, I withdraw my resignation. To be 17 is where I need to be. Because it’s here that I know what I am to do. While I seek to follow my Father, I will also seek to draw others to Him. One thing we don’t have to leave behind, are the memories of what was and the hope of all that God has planned for us to come.

To the KING!!

-Claire

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6 Responses to Oh, to be Seven Again…

  1. Campus Security(Dad) says:

    I loved the thought. Life was easier at seven for some, than for some it was very hard. I thank God for you and the insight that God has given you. Stay focus on the Lord abd he will lead you in His direction. Love Ya.

  2. Elle says:

    Glad to know its someone else out here who feels like this.

  3. Mom Dukes says:

    Seven is a fun age… everything matters that concerns a seven year old, tv, food, playtime and sometimes school… You were so interesting at that age… inquisitive, always asking questions that were way beyond me sometimes… But time marches on…and we grow to be wiser and stronger if we’re continually growing in the Lord… Great insight!

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