What are little girls made of, made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and everything nice,
that’s what little girls are made of.
What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy dog tails,
that’s what little boys are made of.
Last night I was sitting on my patio praying for God to cleanse me and to make me into what He wants me to be, to make me into who I know I am inside. In that moment, the nursery rhyme above, one from my childhood, popped into my mind. It speaks of all the good and innocence that we are born with. Somehow the world changes us. We learn of pain, loss, and betrayal. We learn of lies, deceit, and unfairness. And it robs us of our innocence, of our ability to dream, to hope, and to believe. We stop believing in people and ourselves. But when I catch a glimpse of my childhood innocence, as I did tonight, I feel a sense of joy and warmth and I pray to reclaim it. When the beauty of art or song makes me cry, when a baby’s laugh or the sunset takes my breath away, I remember and celebrate the good in me and in the world; and I pray for it to stay.