Faith of a Child

My poor little bubby (Judah) has a cold. He also has asthma, so common colds can easily turn into nasty chest colds that send him into the ER with an asthma attack. He has been in the hospital for this 3 times in his less than 3 years on this earth. So of course I am always praying that he will get better before his asthma escalates things. Even in his miserableness, God manages to use my little guy to teach me something. Every time we pray for him, (usually after he announces multiple times a day, "I feel sick!") he immediately says, "I feel better now!". This is exactly what Jesus was talking about in Matthew 18:3.

"Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven."

My son may not know what faith in God even is, but he knows that mommy asks for him to feel better and he decides right then and there that he will feel better. Even though it's usually short lived, his little belief gives him a moment of relief after that prayer. Sometimes in my life, as a curmudgeon-y adult, I have such trouble believing God can make situations in my life better. I pray a prayer, but in the back (or sometimes front) of my mind, I can't imagine anything changing. Maybe I just need to believe it is all better right away, even if my faith only lasts a moment. God holds my "all better" right in His hands. Then when my faith starts wavering, I can ask again; then believe again, maybe this time for a minute longer. Until finally, after much practice, I may be able to completely trust that God is healing the situation. I am so thankful for all the lessons God is going to teach me through my little ones. I hope amidst the craziness of sniffley noses, diapers, meltdowns, laundry and tiredness, etc... I don't miss any.

(Grandma practicing with Judah's doctor equipment before the real doctor checked him today. He was a great patient!)