When I was a kid, I used to go to school and then ride home on the bus fully confident that my home, my parents, and even a couple of cookies would be there. I had absolute faith that all was well, even if I had a really crummy day.
Somehow, in the process of “growing up,” I have lost the ability to trust that all will be well at the end of the day. I no longer trust that home will be there when I get to it. I don’t have childlike faith anymore.
Yet, I need it. So much in this world is beyond my control. So much is past my ability to intercede or change. What I need to remember is that this is okay. I need only do what I am asked to do – go to school, take the bus to where I need to be – and God will do the rest. Ultimately, home, my family, and even cookies will be there when I most need them.
How do you cultivate childlike faith? In the vastness of glory, beauty, pain, and banality, how do you see that all will be well?
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