You know the way for me
You know the time
Into your hands
I trustingly place mine 
Your plan is perfect 
Born of perfect love
You know the way for me
 That is enough 

 November 2021
            Childlikeness before God: what is it and how do we arrive there? I had the privilege of watching a two-year-old boy today. It is only for a few hours, but it is tiring and hilarious and joy filled and trying all at the same time. Today, we played. He pointed out every toy that he wanted out of a magazine. He helped mix hamburger meat and find boxes for a birthday present. He peed on the floor because I am out of potty-training shape. He asked why 472 times. We cheered when we counted to 20 and said our ABC’s. He wondered aloud about all the things we do in our house and why. He trusted that when he said he was hungry, I would get him something to eat. He listened when I told him to stay on the potty until I got the floor cleaned up and him new clothes. He laughed when I put my hands over my face and told him he couldn’t see me and he told me that he could.
          Do I act like this when I come into the presence of my Heavenly Father and Mary my mother? Do I share the desires of my heart with reckless abandon? Do I help them when they ask? Do I make messes out of things and still trust that they are there to tell me to stay put while they clean it up? Do I listen? Do I ask them for clarification when I don’t understand? Do I believe they cheer for me when I succeed, by a grace given, in a growth of virtue? Do they feed me when my soul feels empty? Do I have faith when they hide their faces so that I might draw nearer to them understanding that my intellect and my will must overcome my feelings?
          Oh, to be childlike before them must be glorious. I pray that we can run into their arms and never stray from their laps. I pray that we will feel them rocking us and smellling our hair and kissing our foreheads. I pray that we rid ourselves so much of self-love that at the end of our lives this is exactly what we do. Perhaps at the gates of Heaven is where Jesus truly proclaims, "Let the little children come." And perhaps He will give us the grace to be one.
         

Submitted by an anonymous Schoenstatt  member