Oh, to be a child again! When life was not to complicated. When the most difficult decision of the day would be which color crayon to use. When you trusted what was told to you especially if your parents told you.
For most of my life I believed what my dad told me: after I was born in the army hospital I had green formula and green diapers. It seemed like a true enough story, the fatigues he owned were green and the army had a lot of green. So why wouldn't I believe him.
Most of us are told about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the tooth fairy. It seemed like a pretty true story after all presents arrived on Christmas, eggs were hidden at Easter along with a basket full of goodies, and the tooth fairy would leave a quarter under my pillow. Even after knowing the truth, my first Christmas as a married woman I expected somehow Santa would show up and bring me a gift.
One of the most important things I learned as a child was about God and Jesus. I trusted what I was told and learned that I needed to claim Jesus for myself which I did at the back of a small sanctuary. Jesus became my Savior. Somehow I knew the difference between the stories I was told and the truth about God. I believe we are all given a knowledge that there is something more to this life.
So why is it the older we get and the busier we get the harder it is to keep that childlike trust? Why do we question our belief? Why do we try to fit God into our way of thinking instead of His truth?
Could it be we've lost that connection?
When life doesn't go our way, we would rather turn away then turn back to the One we know can make it all better. It really is that easy: we need to take a break, step back into that childlike trust, and talk with our heavenly Father. He's waiting to embrace each of us in His protective arms and make the chaos less chaotic, the stresses into blessings, and the uncertainties into certainties.
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