On Being a Grown-Up

I’m a grown-up, and that’s too bad. It’s too bad because being a grown-up all the time is dangerous. It robs you of wonder and joy and childlike faith.

More and more, I find myself in situations where I’m supposed to be the grown-up. If it is to be, it’s up to me. I’m supposed to take care of people, give guidance, teach, or establish rules. My kids expect it (even if they sometimes buck against it). My coworkers expect it. People at church expect it.

This morning, I heard someone say something about "our heavenly Father" that struck me in a different way. For the first time in weeks, I thought of myself as a child. And I realized that childlikeness is as important as maturity to my success in life. 

Jesus said, "Unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven." Our culture says, "Unless you change and become a better leader you will never enter the corner office."

Sometimes, I have to be a grown-up. Sometimes I have to make hard decisions and hard phone calls. Those things might bring me a sense of accomplishment or satisfaction, but they seldom bring joy. They don't refuel me. I went for a walk this morning and watched ducks land on the water. That refuels me. I spent time with my Father. That refuels me. Writing and playing and laughing refuel me. One of the greatest dangers to my fulfillment in life is when I insist on being a grown-up so much that I forget to be a child.