Childlike Faith

I love to see things through the simple eyes of my children. At the memorial service in Florida, one of the speakers told the story of a conversation my two older boys had with their Pop. I did not know the story, so it was very fun for me to hear it!

Imagine Pop walking flanked on each side by cute little red-headed, freckle faced boys. JCT looks up at Pop and asks, "Pop can you fall out of heaven?" Pop hesitates for a second. And, before he could come up with an answer, Joshua says,

"Well, if you did, Jesus would catch you."

Simple as that.

I love it. You are safe. Jesus is there, so you are safe. No matter if you fall, no matter if you fly, you are safe. Jesus will catch you.

If only we could all truly believe that deep into the inner-most parts of our hearts. If only we could believe that we were truly safe ~ that falling is okay, that failing is okay, because He is there ready to catch us.

Oh, don't let me get deep! We are talking about simple faith ~ like the faith of a child.

It rained a good bit yesterday, and for a couple hours I was alone at home with Joshua. We were working on school work. I left the room for a moment, and when I came back over to check his work, he said excitedly, "I have an idea!"

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well, we could write a note to Grandma on a piece of paper. Then, we could attatch the paper to a balloon, and we could go outside and let it go! And, it would float up to heaven!!!!!"

Now what do you say to that? I am perfectly aware that heaven is not a place located just above the clouds. But, right or wrong, I didn't have the heart to tell him that. And, if he wanted to send a note to his Grandma, I wasn't about to tell him that he couldn't do it. I simply could not burst his sweet little bubble!

So, I said, "Joshua, that is a great idea! We can do that tomorrow if you'd like?"

I went out and bought helium filled balloons for he and JCT. And, they wrote their own little notes. . .

Then, we headed outside to let the balloons fly free. . .

The release. . .

It was truly beautiful to watch them ascend. The notes shimmered and shined like mirrors as they got closer and closer to the clouds.

The boys ran around the yard watching the balloons go higher and higher. . .

It was very fun and very sweet. And, throughout the evening, I heard Joshua talking aloud to God, praying, "God, please let our messages get to Grandma. Please let her get our messages."

She will not be forgotten. She will be missed ~ by many, but for certain by two cute little red-headed, freckle-faced little boys!