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Every time blond child is allowed in the front yard,

the wide yard, the wild world,

and ever since she has discovered how legs work,

and how wills work,

she makes a bee-line for the street, as fast as her little toddle can waddle.

She runs toward danger,

toward pain and tears,

laughing all the while because she still doesn’t know the peril,

the terrors,

the death in choosing that kind of unrestraint.

But unrestrained is not freedom.

She ought to trust that she is always safest in Father’s arms.

About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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16 Responses to Unrestrained

  1. dan4kent says:

    The simple Truth in this rips the breath from my chest. Powerful and unvarnished. Dan

  2. So precious, great catch and the words to describe – brilliant!

  3. Shelly says:

    Simple but powerful! We are always safest in our Father’s arms. Thanks for the beautiful reminder today. Be blessed and find a way to bless someone else!

  4. Joni Hicks Bicker says:

    Even powerful trains must submit & remain “on the tracks” to avoid disaster, pain & suffering! Joni

  5. pattisj says:

    Love it–“as fast as her little toddle can waddle.” So descriptive.

  6. Mona says:

    I pictured my granddaughters as I read this so perfect and accurate depiction of toddlers.

  7. dorannrule says:

    How they try to grow up and out and into danger so quickly. This is an adorable picture!

  8. susanpoozan says:

    All children push the boundaries.

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