Abbygail

Today they moved me to the chickadees, that's the little babies. As I was in there holding little Abbygail, I was watching her and she had this look. This look was of pure innocence, it was irridesque, illuminate even. Her bold blue eyes seemed to look at the world in a different view than we do. These eyes had no worry. She trusted her care-giver very much, unlike most of us trust God. I mean she knew that I held her precious life in my hands and she totally trusted me. There was no look of "can you handle this?", like we so often give God. I mean why? Why can't we trust Him? I wonder why we struggle so much with that, trusting God fully with our life, trusting that he would actually take care of us?!? Few people in this world have this look of trust. I mean of course kids, toddlers, and infants have it because they are not in the real life, they live in their own imaginary wall of perfect. But teens and adults we don't have this look, most of us that is. Why is it that they can live in their wall of perfect and we have to struggle with things like beauty, love, life, and such?!? I have a friend and she has the look of Abby. She trusts God completely with her life, just as Abby trusts me with hers.
One day I want to have this look in my eyes, I'm just praying it won't be to late when I develop them...