kid

Today at church, as the environmentally friendly confide fell from the sky (aka snow) to celebrate Jesus’ resurrection, I sat behind a woman with a very small child. The kid spent the entire time jumping, laughing, and eventually sleeping during the sermon. The mom sat there trying to keep him from falling off her lap. Watching this I thought: this is how I am supposed to be.

This kid does not worry about falling on the floor or what he is going to eat today, or tomorrow for that matter. He probably does not understand the concept of tomorrow yet. He spends his time loving his mom, jumping, and laughing. He trusts his mom to keep him safe. Do I trust God like this small child?

I began to think how often I am not a child. I want to be a rebel teen, wanting to do things my way. It surprised me how often I think I know what is best for me and that my plan is better. Like my plans ever work out.

Even better when I seem to think I am an adult. I have to be responsible with the resources that God has given me. Put money away for later use. Don’t do anything too radical, controversial, or socially unacceptable. Think within the box. Start telling God what He can and cannot do.

God calls us His children. He will take care of us. Do not worry. There’s a song that says worrying is doubting God.

It’s crazy to think how often I don’t act like his child.
I know it’s the opposite of what the world expects from me.
I want to trust and love like that kid.



Love God
Love People
Be who God wants you to be
Don’t be afraid!
Run head long into it…