Child-Like Faith

What does it look like to have faith like a child? My heart is pondering that thought this morning. 

As I began praying, I was overwhelmed by the fact that God chose me as His child, and chose to dwell in me. So here is my prayer for the day...

My soul is full, Holy Spirit, with your presence. How blessed a thought it is that you have made room in my broken heart to dwell and to heal and to move. I am no tabernacle, no holy of holies. I am no sacred temple, built by Solomon. I am but a child with dirt on her face, her feet, her hands. My knees are scraped up from falling, and my hair is in a tangled mess. Yet you look and say, "There. That one is mine. In her I will make my dwelling, and in her I will accomplish my will." 

Daddy, I pray that I might be a good listener, that I would clean the cluttered rooms of my heart, sit still in your lap when I get too wiggly, and come to you whenever you call me. May I trust you to catch when you throw me up high into the air, hold tightly to your finger as I begin to walk, and may I reach my little arms up to you alone, fully delighted when you pick me up. May the sight of you make me jump with excitement, and when I lose track of you, may it be the biggest tragedy.

Today, Papa, may I be fully satisfied with the food of your Word and the living water given to me by my big brother Jesus. May I not leave my food unfinished, but eagerly devour it and ask for even more.

Father, Papa, Abba, Daddy, thank you for this new day of child-like faith.

I love you. Help me love you more.

<3 Gracie