It was lovely to be able to watch my daughter and my niece playing together while on holiday last week. There they are in the large garden surrounding the house we were staying in, just on the southern edge of the village of Tolpuddle in Dorset.

“Carefree” was the word that came to mind when thinking of what to title this post, as that seemed to sum up how my niece in particular would have been feeling. But it would probably be more truthful to say that from her own viewpoint, even she has ‘cares’, things that bother and trouble her, things that make her anxious or fretful. It’s all a matter of perspective really. I can look at her life and think “Wouldn’t it be good to have such a carefree time!”, but then I’m sure there are many others who could look at me and say exactly the same thing, because from their perspective my life may well seem pretty carefree.

There’s probably quite a bit of truth in that, as I often meditate on the truth that “the lines have fallen for me in pleasant places”, as David said in Psalm 16:6.