My best friend and I, had stayed up until 5 a.m. talking and laughing. I did impressions of old songs we listened to when we were 16, and she laughed. I pulled out my guitar and wrote songs as we went along. We talked about our churches and what God was showing us, and how much we had left to learn. It was
a great time of fellowship, but finally, we went to bed.
7a.m. rolls around and the kids are up and at ‘em. I feel something poking me, and turn to see her little boy whispering LOUDLY, in my face, ‘Are you awake yet?’ I laugh and get up, fulfilling the requests for cereal. Their dad is long gone to work, and I did keep mom up all night; so I try to fill all the orders and then head for the toothbrush.
Here is where I learn, kids don’t like closed doors. I’m in there for maybe a minute, and Lane calls for me. Then he’s knocking (after he tried to open the door!), then he starts to laugh. And I start to laugh too, hurrying myself along. Mom is already up, the coffee’s on. She leaves the kitchen to go to the bathroom, groggily oblivious of a conversation her kids are including her in. And so they follow, trying to open her door until she says , very calmly, ‘Just a minute, you have to wait, go and finish your cereal.’ And that is the end of it, they come out and visit me while they finish their cereal.
They aren’t worried that mom doesn’t like them anymore, or what they’re portfolio is going to look like in a few years. They don’t worry about food on the table, or even what they are going to weare that day. Mom says ‘No,’ and Dad says, ‘Do it.’ and it’s that simple. Sure there are tears sometimes, but they have faith in who their parents are and their love for them.
I wonder if that is what God meant when He said, ‘The faith of a little child’. I wonder if He wanted us to be so anxious for Him that we would let nothing stand between us, not even a closed door. That we would trust Him for our every need no matter who He used to supply it.
And, suddenly, I am appalled.
I spent all the night before and half the morning agonizing over my job situation and struggles, all the while God was calling me to trust Him; to be still and know HE is God.( in other words, newsflash, I’m not !). I tried to take the reigns, tried to play the part of the strong, independent woman we’re all supposed to be, and I got lost. I wasn’t found until I became a little child and knocked on the door to really ask and trust God for what I needed. Those kids didn’t ask for cereal and then go and get it themselves; they asked and trusted that they’re need would be filled.
So, here’s a lesson from a girl schooled by the greatest teachers in the world- Rebecca, Cody and Lane. They are 5, 4, and 3 respectively and they taught me how to trust and have the faith of a child.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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