Childlike Faith

Last year, while outside playing with Clara, she was looking down being very curious but she reached up for my hand – she never looked up to see if it was going to be there she just reached up and took it.   For her it was an automatic, that I was there and that my hand, her safety and security would be there.    And, of course as a mother, I was right there with my hand dangling ready to catch her or to just hold her. 
Later that night as I put her to bed and realized how much this little person depended on me but never questioned my presence, never worried that I would be there for her, and continually reached for me – it made me think of my relationship with God.    Do I really believe that He is standing next to me with His hand out, just waiting on my little hand to grasp His?  Did I really believe that He cared about my small problems, the equivalent of Clara’s scraped knee, or nearly imaginary boo-boo?  At the time I don’t know that I did.  I think more than a year ago –I would have said that God has so much on His plate,  people are in so much more hurt than me,  that whatever I was dealing with was like a skinned knee –yes it hurts right now but it will be fine. 
I think part of the hurt I am experiencing is God trying to teach me that He is My Father.  That he has been there all this time with His hand outstretched just waiting on me to grasp it.  Waiting on me to bring my skinned knee and not shrug it off as a small hurt.  My child doesn’t, she wants kisses and love for every little bump or scratch.   I have always known God – but partly reserved Him for the bigger stuff.  Shrugging Him off as too busy to really care about my day-to-day needs. 
But this year to get through each day, to keep it on the rails as I have said a time or two, I need Him every day with the big and the little with the depression, anxiety, insecurity, loneliness, heartache, worry, etc. He wants me to know that He cares about everything I am going through and not to minimize my situation just because it isn’t as big or as scary as someone else’s.   Just as we can’t compare our homes or our children –we can’t compare our struggles.   What I am facing, is big to me, just as what someone else is facing.     
So on days when things seem too much – I pray the childlike prayers that Clara has taught me. 
Lord, thank you for this day and help me serve you today.
God our Father, We give thanks, for our many blessings Amen
Be with me through this night, please keep me in your gracious sight, watch over me while I sleep, please give me rest and perfect peace.  Amen
Our prayers don’t have to be eloquent or elaborate to catch His attention.  They only have to be sincere, given with an open heart and with an outstretched hand to our Father.  He is waiting. 

Nancy Lee