Our Father #26daysofprayer
As I prepare to close out the 32nd year of my life, I find myself once again in a season of transition. There is a sense of anticipation for what is coming next; like the deep inhale before a roller coaster plummets down the track. It is exhilarating and joy filled (I love roller coasters). At the same time, the nagging voice in the back of my mind is still asking, “When are we going to run out of track?”
I would like to say that I have matured past my ‘daddy-issues’ with God, but that wouldn’t be honest. And I wonder if that is part of the problem. I wonder if I am walking in the wrong direction, if I am trying to cure a virus by bleeding myself out.
You see, in my mind, maturity is all about being grown up. It’s about paying bills, being independent, reading books with big words, thinking big thoughts, and knowing all the things. It’s about standing on your own two feet like an adult.
And Jesus says that unless we become like little children, we will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
When I was a child, I had a massive imagination. When I was a child, I sang loudly, all the time. When I was a child, I felt things–good and bad–without wondering if I was being ‘too sensitive’. When I was a child, I didn’t think God had more important things to think about than me. I was told he loved me, and I just believed it was true.
So if you are inclined to pray with me as I press into this next season, don’t pray for maturity, or wisdom, or discernment.
Pray for a simple and childlike faith; a faith that believes without question. Pray that I would trust that my Father has all the track that I need.