CHILD-LIKE FAITH
CHILD-LIKE FAITH

CHILD-LIKE FAITH

Children inspire me a lot. No, I’m not just talking about the sweetness. I often think about that story in the bible where Jesus tells his disciples that being childlike will do them a lot more good in this life and for life eternal. 

I get it. A child’s heart is malleable and they are impressionable humans.  Totally believing. My 3-year old thinks I can do anything in this world. Lmao. My guy doesn’t know that I can’t even scrub my own back and that I cry when I get frustrated from untying knotted shoelaces.
A child will believe you die, trust you to your detriment. 😂.

A dog will bark at both of us and this child will be shouting “mummy”, and I damn well have to open my arms and hold him. He believes that he’s safe with me. Me ke?! My guy, I also want to scream and run. Do you think I want the dog to bite me? 😂

Yet Jesus says – “be like a child“. Cast your cares upon me because I care for you.

Sometimes we act like we don see God finish. Jehovah oh, the one that says he can do exceedingly abundantly above what you can ask or think. Then you, small hundred thousand years later, think your problem is too much for God.. Click To Tweet

Sometimes I feel we act like we don see God finish.
Jehovah oh, the one that says he can do exceedingly abundantly above what you can ask or think. Nobody speaks like our God. E too sure for am. Then you, small hundred thousand years later, think your problem is too much for God. I think it’s a laughable thought. He created all the things that make you awe-struck today but chose only you to give his breath of life.

Trust God without reservations. You can hide in his arms. Whenever you feel like the wahala of life is chasing you around, screammmm and run into his arms because, my dear, HE CARES FOR YOU AND NO ONE DOES IT BETTER. Click To Tweet

He says to be like a child, to trust him without reservations. You can hide in his arms. Whenever you feel like the wahala of life is chasing you around, screammmm and run into his arms because, my dear, HE CARES FOR YOU AND NO ONE DOES IT BETTER.

My name is Chika. Adopted child of the most high.
My experiences with children influence how I think and speak. I like food
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