I now completely understand the saying, “have faith like a child”.
It used to be that when Hila woke up from her nap, or first thing in the morning, that she would call my name, and wait in her bed for me to come get her. As soon as I heard her voice I’d rush to her bedroom, pause at the door and peek through to her. She’d be sitting up in her bed looking expectantly at the door and giggle as soon as she spied me. I’d quickly shut the door, and a small game of peek-a-boo would ensue.
It was a tradition that we both enjoyed; but alas, my baby girl has, in recent weeks, decided she’s too big for that. Now when she wakes up from her naps we are notified by the soft “thump” of her sliding off her bed, and the little pitter-patter that her feet make on the aged hardwood floor as she comes in search for us. On the few mornings that she awakes before us she simply walks through the adjoining door between our rooms and climbs into bed with us.
This morning, about five o’clock, I was laying in bed awake; not wanting to admit to myself that all hope of sleeping was gone. The sun was still completely hidden in its slumber and the house pitch black when I heard a familiar, “thump”. I smiled to myself as I lay staring at the door that joins our rooms waiting for my little munchkin to make her appearance.
It wasn’t long until I was rewarded with door swinging open and a miniature me coming through. The room was so dark that I could only make out her outline against the walls, and knew it was impossible for her to see much of me through sleep-droggy eyes. I was then surprised to see her raise her arms, waiting for me to pick her up even though I had made no movement or noise to indicate that I was awake.
It hit me later that that is what Jesus was talking about in Luke 18:16 when He said, “Let the little children come to me, and don’t stop them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” (Holman Christian Standard) Hila has such absolute faith in me, that not even knowing whether or not I was awake she threw up her arms, expectantly/instinctively, waiting for me to get her.
Her actions were the epitome of Hebrews 11:1, “Faith is the reality of what is hoped for, the proof of what is not seen.” (Holman Christian Standard) Oh that I could have faith like that! That no matter what the situation is in life I throw up my arms to Christ knowing (not hoping) that He is there to pick me up. That instead of trying to fix things myself, first, the moment I am in a situation that seems more than I can handle I turn Him, hold up my arms and ask Him to carry me.
And here I thought that I was the one that was supposed to teach her about Christ.