Encouters With Child(like) Faith

She kept dipping her small, delicate fingers into the foam topping my latte, and I kept giggling at what she was doing. And it was right there that we had a moment.

So, I asked Brandon to capture it. Why was this uneventful event so captivating? What about my toddler sticking her fingers - that have been (only) God knows where - into my drink is so touching it makes me want to cry thinking about it?

I think it's because I'm grateful she trusted me enough to do it.

She pulled up a chair, stood on top of it so she could see over the counter, saw what I was doing and inserted herself right on in, without fear of my rejection. It was all so innocent, so instinctively childlike.

I want to do that with God. I'm His human creation - delicate and fragile (though I try to pretend not to be), needy and always dipping my fingers into things. But I confess my tendency to fear rejection instead of expect God's delight to be with me. I, you, we aren't a bother or annoyance, even if we are a little bit extra 😉

God's acceptance of and deep love for me as His daughter, it all made me a better mama that day. A mama who could give what she has received.

And now I also see a little more clearly the gift of childlike faith.