That sense of wonder

I remember walking out of my house and into the cul-de-sac that transformed into a field of monsters, flying spaceships, and knights. Where my older sister and I would face each other on opposing sides of the road then scream "For Narnia" as we charged at one another. It was a time where that green electrical box big enough for two fourth graders and a sixth grader to sit, was the the space outpost amidst a vast unexplored galaxy. Journeys and battles were abundant in that Golden age. They feel so far from me now, yet glimmers of that sweet nostalgia shine through when I open myself to the world, to God. For I become a child in his presence, able to see that in every movement of the trees, spirits still moved about despite the roaring of the engine. Those voices whisper softly to me now reminding me of those yellow flowered fields that stretched out far beyond to those wonderful kingdoms, filled with kings, queens, dragons, and knights. However, now it takes a great deal of effort to silence those in my heart who would convince me of their non-existence.