Big faith...little bodies

Someone once asked me "how do you know God's really there?" I thought about it and I can honestly say until I was asked that question (I was well into adulthood by then) I had never really given it much thought. I just knew. I remember as a child swinging and with each forward push toward the sky I just knew he was there. The sun was warm on my face, I was humming a tune and I knew I was loved by something much bigger than I could understand. When someone finally told me his name it was like, oh okay, yeah I know who your talking about. I had no doubt. I can understand why someone may not believe. This world isn't pretty sometimes, neither are the people in it... and there are many questions without easy answers. By the grace of God I was raised in a healthy, loving family of believers. I got to see God's work in action at a young age. It's okay if people don't understand or believe what I believe...it will not change me. I won't push my beliefs on anyone. If you know me, you will know I'm a Christian...if you want to know more all you have to do is ask. You see I was almost looking for another word to use besides Christian,  it gets associated with such ugliness anymore, but no matter what some folks try to do to it... God's love isn't ugly and it is there for everyone. Getting back to when I was a child...I look back on it with such fondness...my relationship with God that is. We talked all the time...I read my Bible with ease and things just seemed so much simpler. I found my little devotional the other day and the notes I would jot down seem so full of wisdom for such a small child....I really was surprised because I don't think I could do half as well now. I have had some time to really spend with my children now that we are home together on summer break, and I have noticed something...they talk to God all the time too...just like I did as a child. They pray before they eat, they pray before bed, they pray when something is going wrong, and they pray when they are thankful. They are eager to learn about and communicate with him. The other night my youngest "Peanut" had a piece of glass stuck in her foot...we had been working on getting it out for quite awhile and needless to say she was crying very hard...it was awful. I noticed the other two of my children were no longer in the room with us and later that evening I asked where they had went, my daughter told me "Isaac came and got me and said let's go pray for her Helanea...so we did." This may seem unimportant to some but to me it's a major blessing. They are learning to go to God for even the littlest sliver. I cannot take credit for this...I am a poor example. I still go at problems on my own first and pray later. I don't know if it's because adult life just muddles everything up, or if we just get to big for our britches, but I do know that I would love to have my child-like relationship with God back. My children are teaching their earthly Mother lessons...and pleasing their heavenly Father.  They aren't thinking of pride, they aren't stressed, they aren't to busy, they are taking the first and most important step in any situation...communication with God. It all starts there. They have no barriers, their love for and trust in God is in it's most natural form. They know they are not in charge and their content with that.They are big Faith in little bodies :)  Mathew 18:3 "Truly, I say to you, unless you turn, and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of Heaven."