A Child’s Faith

Every now and then I see glimpses of the strongest faith, courage and determination ever. It’s usually in the form of a little one who is still learning her ABC’s and is mispronouncing words. Yet in Gods infinite design she has wisdom Solomon craved.

Last week I was miserably sick and after saying bedtime prayers with Charlie I asked her if she wanted to pray for me to get better.
Charlie: No.
Me: No?? Ummm….why?
Charlie: Because you are going to be fine when you wake up!
Me: Really? How do you know that?
Charlie: Because Jesus is healing you right now!

I just stared at her and thought wow….if I could have an ounce of that kind of faith. I think this is why Jesus liked having the little kids all around. They heard. They believed. They adored. They lived.

A few weeks ago, Miss Charlie had her 3 months post-chemo scans. It was a challenging day and the readings of her scans were not clear or definitive. We immediately put them on a disc and sent them off to Texas Children’s Hospital and are now waiting for Dr. McClain’s email or phone call.

Some days I worry. Some days I don’t think about it and just get kids dressed, bathed, fed, and snuggle them close. Some days I cry. And then some days I get a nugget of faith whispered into my ear by a 4 year old and it reminds me that there is nothing to fear.

I choose to hear. I choose to believe. I choose to adore. I choose to live. Really live.

Matthew 11:25
At that time Jesus said, “I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children.

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