The Face of Faith

Recently I was holding my granddaughter, Eloise, in my arms. Please understand that I don't hold my granddaughter to get inspired, but sometimes in those quiet moments when it's just her and me, a new way of understanding something comes to mind.

As I looked into her sleeping face, it struck me--hers is the face of faith. Eloise trusts because that is the nature of a child. She doesn't spend any of her sleeping or waking moments worrying about where the next meal is coming from, whether or not she'll have a roof over her head, or whether she'll have clothes to wear.

Quite honestly, those are things that I worry about. I wonder if I'll be able to pay the mortgage next month, if there will be too much month at the end of the money, or if I'll be able to keep up with the bills. I wish I could say that I trust God all the time to care for all my needs, but I can't say that and be entirely truthful.

That's why I think Jesus loved children so much when He was on earth. Something in children wants to trust. I think that inspired Jesus to say what He did in Luke 18:17. "I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it."

As I get older a stark reality is dawning on me--things that I've depended on and trusted in have failed me. I think the lesson I'm supposed to be learning is a lesson that Eloise can teach me--there is one and only one who is completely worthy of my trust. And as I rest in His gentle arms, my face can become the face of faith.

May you find rest in His arms today.