I took Elizabeth to the beach
I smiled wide as she explored the sand, touched the sea shells, threw rocks, and pointed at birds.
I also saw how she became fixated on the other children there
She stared at them
and was transfixed by their mannerisms
she was...studying them
I felt myself growing anxious
My heart said, "look at Jesus, Elizabeth"
I worry for her.
The checkout lines in the grocery store -- airbrushed girls --self idolatry
Bieber fever -- human commodification
I felt unsettled
that sand and seashells
rocks and birds
don't have as much to say as the magazines and marketing.
"How could I have brought a little girl into such a difficult world?", I thought.
My heart replied, "maybe your little girl is exactly what this difficult world needs"