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Faith of a child.

You are where you're supposed to be.

Last night I was babysitting, this morning I was babysitting. I work with children all day, everyday. My life revolves around children.I know each one by name, I know their likes, dislikes, I know their cries and I can tell the difference between a fake cry, boo boo cry or an ashamed cry. It brings me absolute joy to hear them say my name or offer me all sorts of gifts. (rocks, leaves, sand...) I change diapers and I kiss on ouchies, I wipe tears away and I bring a smile to their face. Seriously I have the best job ever.

Life may seem hard, may seem unfair, may seem unforgivable, put a child in front of me, and I see Jesus in them. Don't ask me how or why, I just do. Maybe God knows my happy place, He knows what brightens my day so He shines through kids. I admit kids aren't easy, definitely require a lot of patience, but in the end..looking at a bigger picture- they are just the best.

So it hit me... Just as these kids, they are excited about life, about being alive, they are excited about seeing you. So, I'm a child of God, do I treat God this way? Kids, when they are hurting they will run to you. No matter what is in the way, they'll jump over it, run around it, and run straight to you. They trust you enough to know that you will make it go away.

What do we do when we're hurting? Do we find our way to God? Pushing away anything that might be holding us back?

When kids have a gift for you, they chase you down just so they can give it to you, they laugh and call your name. What do we do when we have something to boast about? Do we give God everything we have?

For someone who loves children I sure don't know how to treat my Father very well. Daily I'm seeing how much kids depend on me, daily I'm seeing how much faith they have in me, and daily I'm seeing them completely and utterly trust me- and that is absolutely everything to me.

I can only imagine how God feels when we run to Him, trust Him and have faith in Him.

I am where I'm supposed to be because God wants me to learn this. To understand this. I work with kids not only because I love it, but because He has me there to learn how to have faith.

Faith of a child.

Be blessed.
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