The Faith Of A Child By Michelle Rocker

When my son, Nolan was nine years, we were working on him understand that
money does not grow on tree.  He was always the one who wants something
at the store even if it is ten cents.  

I started by explaining how hard Daddy works for the money, and that he should
say, “Thank you.”

Next, I explained the bills.  Understanding more, he would ask me WHEN we
would have money so that he could buy such and such.  His demanding money
was no longer an issue.

Several months later, I ended up in the hospital with pneumonia. With no insurance,
we were faced with close to thirty thousand dollars.  Nolan knew it had been awhile
since he could choose one of the legos he wanted.

He came downstairs completely dejected that we didn’t have any money.

He said, “Well, mom, I guess I’m just going to have to pray for a miracle, ‘cause that
is all that can happen.”

I told him that was a good idea, but was nervous that his faith would be affected when
it didn’t happen.  How was a nine year old little boy going to earn and receive money.
His birthday was seven months away.  Christmas was still four months away. I just
didn’t see how.

One hour later, my neighbor stopped by and asked if Nolan could baby sit their bird
and dog.  She also stated she would pay him.  I started bawling, and my neighbor
asked what was wrong.

“He was praying for a miracle, and you are his miracle.”

As I explained, my neighbor’s heart was touched as well. 

In Mark 10:15-16 we are told:  I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the
kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it." And he took the children in
his arms, put his hands on them and blessed them.

Jesus understood how children think.  They have absolute faith.  Their faith is not
yet tarnished by people, circumstances, and things.  In order for us to have the
same faith of a child, we have to put aside our disappointment and our unbelief.

Hebrews 11:1 says:  Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence
of things not seen.

Somehow between childhood and adulthood, we have to see in order to believe
that it is going to happen.

Think about Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Rabbit.  Kids believe
even though they’ve never seen them.  After they believe, they see the results.
I’m always sad when my kids find out Santa isn’t real.  It is the beginning of them
losing their child-like faith.

My kids believe that God is a god of miracles, and I pray that they never lose that.

When I called Nolan downstairs and told him that his miracle had just been
answered. He wasn’t in awe like I was. 

He was just matter of fact as if to say, “Yep!  That is the God I serve.”

Oh, to have the faith of a child.  It’s no wonder God answers the little one’s prayers.