The Sandbox
The other day I watched Cruz and Grace on the playground. There was laughter in the air, a warm sun overhead, and that soft crunch of wood chips under little feet. Cruz raced toward the slide, and Grace stopped to examine a leaf (most likely before stomping on it). Not once did they ask if they were allowed to go down the slide or touch the swing. They knew they had freedom. As long as they were in the sandbox—or anywhere within that big, loving circle of the playground—they were free to explore. And I couldn’t help but wonder: how often do we, as grown-ups, forget this truth about God? We think of His will like a tightrope—one wrong step and it’s over. We hesitate to move forward until we’ve asked five people for confirmation, prayed three times, and maybe even fasted for a day… just to make sure we’re “in His will.” But what if life with God is less like a tightrope and more like a sandbox? A space He built, filled with tools and toys, people and passions, opport...