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Faith like a child...

Jesus said in Matthew 18:3, "Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and ^(A)become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven..."

An illustration of sorts...

I've watched Jaylen grow up from a baby, and just now attending his first kids club. His family is very precious to me. This past week, before Kids Club, Jaylen, sat down by the dirt and placed his feet right smack dab in the middle of a red ant farm. Soon after, he jumped up confused and dazed as to what was happening down short ways to his ankles as tiny red ants marched off their sand hills onto his little toes and up his tiny feet to prepare for an all out attack. As he began to feel the pain of th army of ants pinching him, he moaned and ran around in circles for a short moment making just enough noise to catch my attention. A few other kids and teenagers noticed and began to mock, point, and laugh at his situation, with no immediate desire to help him. But as I walked quickly towards Jaylen to investigate, he turned, saw me, and ran as fast as humanly possible at his age towards me and said in his desperate little voice, "Mr. George, help me, help me , I'm hurting!" With tears rolling down his eyes, he stared directly into my eyes somehow as if to say, "You know you. I know you can help!"

Understanding the situation at hand, and counting the seconds the ants would realize their reign was at an end, I began firmly patting Jaylens pant legs, lifting them and brushing the ants off, had him out of his sandles in a jiffy, all in a matter of seconds. But in that moment, as Jaylen jumped up and down, with real ants in his pants, the world seemed to slow down, and my heart melted with desire to help this young child rid his world of army ants. At that moment, they were my sole enemies as well as his. Needless to say, the ants didnt know what hit them, and before he could say ouch again, Jaylen was just about ant free, in my arms, at his own doorstep, with his dad ready to give him a quick shower to rinse himself off. 

Since going home that evening and comtemplating all that happened. I cant help but ponder this verse of scripture again. Having lived 27 yrs on by the grace of God thusfar, I can't help but wonder and ask myself again.. do I have faith like a child? Jaylan ran to me for help as if I was the only person he trusted to help him. Do I run to Jesus whole-heartedly and fully rely on Him to guard me, defend me, and wage war against my would be enemies each day of my life? And with my circumstances? Or... do I simply jump up and down, moan and groan, and complain when reality bites me hard again and again?

May I have childlike faith in every area of my life.