As Light Grows

It can be easy to look back to my childhood and think how different the world was. Of course, I’m remembering this world through eyes of a child. My world was my universe IMG_7521and stretched to the places I could walk and explore. When I was Bea’s age, my world also included our neighborhood in Germany and the countries my parents took us to visit during our years there.

While that would eventually shape my worldview, at the time, my world was as narrow as any 5-year-old’s.

For my girls, their world is our yard, the walks we take to school and the neighborhood park, play dates around town, our favorite national parks, our yearly visits to Philadelphia, and occasional visits to California.

I did a quick Google search of world conflicts in 1982. There were 42, ranging from martial law in Poland to the Hama massacre in Syria. I don’t know what the exact numbers are for 2017 but I do know that conflict has been with us since time began.

When we look at Mary and Joseph fleeing to Egypt after the birth of Jesus, I wonder how different it was for them to leave family and friends behind, knowing that little boys they knew would be killed from a family fleeing their home today?

Maybe the world isn’t all that different but my hope is different. I’m grateful that my girls will have access to global news easily and quickly. That they’ll know what is happening to their worldwide neighbors – both the victories and the laments.

As we keep lighting the Advent candles and our dinner table grows lighter, bit by bit, I am reminded that this world is growing lighter. That we are raising our kids with a deeper sense of hope and peace.

Where are you finding a different kind of hope these days? How do you celebrate raising kids with a different worldview?

Linked with Five Minute Friday, a time to write without editing. Today’s prompt is “different.”

16 thoughts on “As Light Grows

  1. I find hope in different too. We grow closer in the world; and can reach more people across the world with the truth of life and peace in Christ with a single save of a blog post or tweet. It is an incredible time. Thanks for sharing your words of hope on the Five Minute Friday linkup this week.

    1. It really is amazing. I just listened to a webinar over lunch that was a conversation between a Jewish professor, a Palestinian Muslim, and a Christian activist. I’m amazed at how small our world is becoming as we listen to the stories of others.

  2. THIS: “Maybe the world isn’t all that different but my hope is different” Believing this with you friend! I’m in the 3 spot this week.

  3. Well, I don’t have kids, but I find that the one thing that outstrips hope is discipline.

    My hope is fading, and I would despair, but discipline has me honing the blade that is my last best hope.

    Not for survival, surely, but for honour, to die if not standing, at least sitting up under the sky, spitting defiance to the last.

  4. “Maybe the world isn’t all that different but my hope is different.” What an awesome thought and it makes all the difference in the world! I think I struggle with using my artistic gifts in this world…it feels like they aren’t enough or should be different. And my kids are similar in their artistic bent, so I have a whole new urgency to discover what a Christian artist looks like and sounds like. Thank you for the reminder to be persistent in my quest and faithful to my call.

    Coming to you from FMF #69

    1. Right? It’s all about that perspective shift…. (Something I constantly need reminding!) Have you read Madeleine L’Engle’s “Walking on Water”? Such an important book on being a Christian artist.

  5. The more History I read, the more I see that things are not all that different. Perhaps things are even better in many ways. I think the past can get romanticized. Imagine living in 1800’s or even the early 1900’s in North America. Children often worked, long and hard hours. Many did not attend school much past early years, if at all. I recall my Grandparents 50th anniversary in May one year – 1979 or 80- something. I was in middle school. Suddenly it hit me,

    “Grandma, how can this be your 50th anniversary, my mom’s 50th birthday is not till October?” She put her arm around me and whispered in my ear, “Guy honey, Things have not changed as much as people say they have. The difference is, we didn’t talk about it. There was no TV. No news to broadcast these personal things. our worlds were smaller, not different.” …And then she giggled. Patted my back and winked at me.

  6. Annie I have hope for our World because of people like you and me and how we are raising kids and grandkids. I have hope volunteering in the World’s larges on-line Bible Study as a coach reaching women all over the World and in my local church.

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