Last night I put Cheyenne and Ryan in our bed to get them to sleep.
Ryan leans into me and says, "Mom, we forgot to say our prayers to Jesus."
I will never crush my children's belief, no matter what kind of no-man's-land I am in. I will always be honest about how I feel and how I believe with them. But they will always be free to believe. Even if it is in Santa Claus. Now when they ask me what the truth is............................
I say,"Okay let's say prayers."
He starts. "Dear Jesus, please help Bobby's leg (my brother) feel better. And please help us all go to Heaven so we can see Bob (my dad). Amen."
My child has faith.
I'm a little jealous.
He doesn't see me cry.
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No matter in what, I believe faith is a good thing. We can learn a lot from our kids. :)
Nic
I found your blog through Julie...I am so sorry about what you are going through. I have been at a place where I was clinging by the every last edges of my quickly breaking nails to faith....Don't let go. I know there are a lot of "people of faith" that are really full of shit. Pleaase don't let them deter you from HIM. He is real and he has lifted me out of complete and utter torturous hell. I am not going to tell you my life in Jesus is perfect now. I spent the entire day today crying about something going on with me. It isn't that everything magically gets better....like the snake oil they are selling...No, it is being held. I pray that you feel this sense of being held.
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