“Keep making that face and it will stay that way.”
“Yes, reindeer really can fly.”
“Put your tooth under your pillow for the tooth fairy.”
One of the greatest things about children is the simplicity and vulnerability in which they think.
They believe what we tell them. No intellectual grilling. No questions asked. They just believe. Even if
one were to dare a "Why? The parental response, “Because I said so,” will usually suffice.
As Christian parents we learn that we are to train up a child in the way he should go and when he is older he will not depart from it.
What an awesome responsibility!
To be totally honest, sometimes I just blow it.I have come to accept the fact that many times, it is my children who teach me.
A few years ago, we were going through a particularly tough time financially. I had been divorced for a little over a year, raising three daughters on the roller coaster of real estate commissions.
With closings at the title company, but no checks, I was somewhat panicked over getting my utility bill paid.
Just a few days before the disconnect date, their dad arrived from out of state and took us
When we returned home, I noticed an envelope sitting on my kitchen stove. I picked it up and read on the front, “Jesus Loves You.”
As I opened it up, the girls looked on with excitement and curiosity.
Now, I am a firm believer in tithes and offerings and that the Lord will always provide when we are faithful to do what He asks. The last seven years had been a constant reminder of God’s faithfulness.
I opened the envelope with urgency and expectation. I looked inside and found $200 cash! Oh yeah!!
Raising my arms way up in the air, I yelled, “Get em up there and praise the Lord! I wonder who it’s from?”
“God.” My 9 year-old Chelsea informs me. “I bet it’s from God.”
“I know it’s from God, but via who?”
“No, mom, I think this time it really IS from God.”
“Okay. Let me understand what you’re saying. You think the Lord himself, in all of His glory, came down from heaven, entered our home, walked passed the laundry sitting on the couch and put this on the stove?”
“I know He did.”
“Cause He gets tons of those kind of envelopes on Sundays ya know.”
I visualized the Lord up in heaven sitting amidst piles and piles of offering envelopes, scanning over his collections from the week with a really sore thumb... or maybe a golden letter opener.
That is the faith of a child!
Matthew 18:3 says, “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will
never enter the kingdom of heaven.”
It’s a simple concept. Faith pleases God. Childlike faith and unquestionable believing.
Chelsea reinforced something in me that day. Something I tend to forget. Whenever I begin to doubt or get discouraged, I remember that day and am reminded that FAITH is the answer!