Childlike Wonder

A blogger I follow posted about childlike wonder, entitled The things we used to treasure. I loved the post. Especially this masterful analogy: Changes in life aren't abrupt steps. Life is a slow change in color. Like when an watercolor artist smooths out a color into another. Brilliantly we transition without even knowing we left one color or entered another. Trying to figure out when you entered a new color is about as easy as trying to remember when you entered a dream. It's when we are in the deepest darkest part of the color do we realize we are in a new place.

I often think about how age seems to harden one's sensitivity and wonder, we can get used to just about anything from great suffering and despair, to great wealth and ease. I hunger for the newness, the freshness, the pure, the awe-inspiring, the glorious. I'm also reminded of the song Wake Up by Arcade Fire, I love the lyrics. I looked at these paintings after reading her post that reminded me of them. I hope you enjoy them. These painting are by Akiane Kramarik, who is a child prodigy. I love her work and have even written poetry to some of it. She often writes poems or stories to accompany her paintings. Here are a few:


                                      Title: Wonder   Age: 13


                  Title: Hope  Age: 11 (an interesting story with this one)



                            Title: Metamorphosis  Age: 16


                 Title: A Young Sage   Age: 15


                        Title: The Swing     Age: 16


She writes for The Swing:

Catching the middle of the rainbow, the center of the cosmic spectrum, the pulsating green is the most visible hue to human vision.

Green is the balance between the two extremes that influence the child's life in unexpected ways.

The light green represents learning, growth, health and harmony, but a mistreated green suddenly becomes murky and muddy with worry, pain, weakness, bitterness, and resentment, and it seems that no amount of light can return her to its original vibrant color. Except... for the swinging...

Whatever troubles that come along she needs to let them pass like a creek passing the callous stones. Let her keep on going and flowing, swinging and nurturing her love. Let the disturbance of the childhood memories find its own current of restoration that shelters others.

The direction of her soul is a balanced and continuous movement. The purpose of her soul is to keep on catching the color of peace, balance, protection, a sense of order, safety, tolerance, trust, healing and well-being, so others who are also vulnerable could be protected and healed as well.


         Personally, I along with many groan within myself waiting for the redemption (Rom 8). I wait for the day when all is put right, with infinite abundance and eternally so, when all things are made new (Revelation 21).

Soli Deo Gloria
 - The Reader