Faith like a child

-Faith like a child-
( One of my most memorable moments)

Let me paint the picture. It's the beginning of summer, surrounded by the hum of family voices, the smell of meat cooking on the barbecue, wood smoke billowing from the fire-pit, laughter in the wind from my children. The sun is shining, and peace is resting upon me. Until I hear a scream and crying. The beautiful picture is shattered and I jump to see my 4 year old rushing to me , my heart is violently jumping in my chest with the mommy panic that seems to squeeze so hard it hurts. I glance over in the direction of where he was coming from, the fire-pit. My stomach sinks, and then anger sets in when the 5 adults sitting over yell across the field at me, he just burned his hand. I rush to my son who is sobbing holding his burned hand and my mind is racing.."Oh Lord what do I do. " I expect to hear my son cry for me to make it better. To make it stop hurting, but once he is safely in my arms all is hear him wail is ... " I need my God!!! " . I stood there astounded. My son, who is hurt doesn't need his mommy to make it better. He needs his God.

He cried over and over "I need my God." I quickly picked up my son, brought him into the house, placed his hand in a cool bowl of vinegar and looked at him and said " Okay baby, let's pray." We prayed for healing, for comfort, for ease of the child's heart. " My family then rushes in to tell me he had touched a cast iron skillet sitting on the edge of the fire. I prayed the anger I felt towards these adults would vanish. I looked down at my sons hand and saw the line of burnt flesh, and the blisters. I then told him, " Logan let's go walk and pray." We walked alone into the adjoining pasture. The sun was beautifully shining from behind the clouds. We sat in the tall green grass, he climbed in my lap and we prayed. I am not sure how long we sat there. But my sons patience was endless while he waited for his healing. No doubt. No questioning. Just waiting. I held Logan's burnt hand in mine and just prayed for healing so miraculous it would astound those unbelievers by the fire. But I also prayed the Lord would answer my sons prayer, fearing if He didn't it would shatter my son. My doubt and fear had crept in. After a time, I just sat there in the field holding my baby, my head comfortably resting on his hair. I could feel us being touched by God. Logan then looked up from his hand and said " Look!!! I am healed!!! God healed me Mama!! " Again I was astounded. The Lord had heard the cry of his child. But not only that, my sons faith was so strong the miraculous happened. God leaned down, not only touching my son, but touching my heart. I was the one doubting and fearing and in that moment my doubt and fear disappeared.

My son and I rejoiced saying how great our God is.. We immediately ran back to the party. Logan proudly declared that God had healed him. His faith for God poured out of him. His hand held no mark or blister. He was healed.

God tells us to have faith like a child Matthew Chapter 18:3-4. My sons faith in the Lord is my living astonishment. When my faith wanes, Logan's restores. This is one of my most memorable moments because it taught me in an instant, that God listens. He loves us. He heals. He comforts. He brings joy. He touches. He holds. He takes away fear and doubt. Our God is so great!