I love the incongruity of children-- how they pull up their mother's blouse to nurse in public. How they sweetly say, 'You're so beautiful,' when your hair is awry and you have coffee breath. How they pull on your arm when you are hotly being kissed by their father. How they wear plaids with stripes, take too much food, burp in church, and beat you at checkers. They are still free from the fixed order of things, free to strip and shout and recklessly forgive all who have done them wrong."
Sketches of Home by, Suzanne Clark
"For to such belongs the kingdom of God. Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it." Luke 18:16-17
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