I think that some of the greatest, and most pure forms of joy come from seeing life through the eyes of a child. When I decided to have children, I had no idea that seeing life through their eyes was one of the biggest perks. You don’t have to be a parent at all to experience the joy and wonderment that comes from such tiny little people. If you spend much time around small children (preferably the well rested, and recently fed kind) you will most likely be blessed with an experience that helps you see not only the world, and life in a different way, but also God.
Both of my daughters have taught me to find joy in the every day things that I’ve taken for granted. For example, the way the moon rises and disappears regularly, as well as how much we can see of it on any given day. A few years ago, on one evening in particular, as we were walking into church my oldest daughter said “a piece fell off…” I replied “what?!” (Completely clueless to what piece fell off of where.) She said again “A piece fell off…the moon!!!” So I looked up. I’m honestly not sure of the last time I had taken the time to stop, and look at the moon. She was right, a piece DID “fall off” as there was only a tiny sliver of moon in the sky that night. My precious little girl reminded me of the joys in the simple things, such as when a piece “falls off” the moon.
A few years later my second daughter was born, grew, and found the same wonderment in the moon. She would be so tickled on days when the moon would follow her all the way to school. I love that God uses small children to remind us of the majesty we take for granted, or overlook over the years.
I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well. (Psalms 139:14 NKJV)
I’ve thought about that scripture a lot over the years. I’ve found myself thinking lately “is this also saying that we are made, full of wonder like the awe and wonder of a small child?”
Twice recently, I was able to view precious parts of life through the eyes of two children. This time it wasn’t about the moon, it was about God himself, and the simplicity of salvation.
A few weeks ago our neighborhood had gathered outside to celebrate a birthday and I overheard two little girls splashing in the kiddie pool. One little girl said to the other “If you have Jesus Christ in your heart, you will get to go to heaven.” I stopped what I was doing, and listened as intently as I could without interrupting. At that moment I was left in awe.
Salvation, through the eyes of a child. Unashamed faith through the eyes of a child. She didn’t care who the other child was. She didn’t need to know the other little girls background. She didn’t care what the other little girl thought about her sharing her faith, all she knew in that moment was “This little girl needs to hear about Jesus.” There was no agenda to her sharing, it wasn’t shared from a place of pride, from a place of judgment, it was simple, two four-year-olds talking about Jesus. Pure, and precious.
The second time happened Sunday night. We had a wonderful guest speaker at church and he finished his message with the plan of salvation. As the congregation sat with their heads bowed, he asked for anyone who would like to receive Jesus to stand. I didn’t open my eyes but I assume based on the silence that no one stood. Next he said “if you are unable to stand but would like to accept Jesus as your savior, raise your hand.” I kept my eyes closed so I have no idea how many hands were raised but what followed brought instant tears to my eyes. Then he said “Miss, would you repeat this prayer, out loud, after me?” Then he started to pray. Out of a silent congregation the most precious sound called out. It was just one little voice rising from the silent room. She received Jesus, out loud, unashamed, in front of the entire congregation. A little girl prayed the sinners prayer and asked Jesus into her heart for all of us to hear. She wasn’t embarrassed that someone might recognize her voice or open their eyes and see that it was her. She wasn’t ashamed of her testimony or what people might think of her because she wasn’t already saved. She didn’t speak out in order to look holy or put on a show. She accepted the Savior right then and there because of the gospel. Simple, pure, and precious.
I sat there with tears streaming down my face. There is nothing more beautiful than someone giving their heart to Jesus, but I also thought, “man, we have a lot we can learn from this little girl. She was not ashamed of the Gospel.”
For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes, for the Jew first and also for the Greek. (Romans 1:16 NKJV)
“For whoever is ashamed of Me and My words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of him the Son of Man also will be ashamed when He comes in the glory of His Father with the holy angels.”
(Mark 8:38 NKJV)
This spoke so profoundly to me because if we’re being honest, how often are we ashamed? I can only speak for myself but I can say that I don’t share my faith without compromise very often. I’m not like the little girls in the kiddie pool. Before I share the pure and simple gospel, I wonder what someone’s story is. I wonder what they’ll think of me if I share my faith. I wonder if what I will say will offend them. I can sometimes even get proud of myself if they do fall in love with the Lord thinking it has something to do with me, rather than being exclusively because of Him.
As I sat in the pew I thought about how many times I’ve been sitting in the house of the Lord, surrounded by other believers and I’ve been too embarrassed to raise my hand. I’ve been one that didn’t want to walk to the altar to pray, out of fear of what others would think. I’ve let pride win because I’ve wanted to appear all put together on the outside. What if people see me cry? What if people know I’m hurting? What if someone sees me desperate and broken, crying out to the Lord?
If I can’t call out to the Lord unashamedly in His house, if I can’t raise my hands when I feel His spirit stirring in my heart, what makes me think I will ever reach a soul with the gospel? If I can’t be authentic, pure, and unashamed when surrounded by other believers how can I be who God has called me to be when I’m standing in this world?
Oh precious little girls, you have opened my eyes so much, by letting me see the world, and the Lord through yours.
It is my prayer this week that you will make a point to stop and see life through the eyes of a child. Maybe it’s something as simple as the way soda bubbles tickle your nose. Maybe it’s something as beautiful as birds building a nest, or the way the waterfalls have carved their way through the sides of mountains. Maybe you will see God on a much grander, purer, unashamed child like level. I pray you will find joy in simple things, like when “pieces fall off of the moon” because you too are made, full of wonder.
In His Love,