We all need to have the faith of a child

On most Sunday mornings you will find Carter and I at the Waffle House with my dad for breakfast. Mind you, he eats breakfast out every day of the week; six of the seven days with his brother Sam. But on Sundays, he eats with us. This has become “one of our traditions” for at least 12 years. If Little Carter is up from Charleston or if Blake spends Saturday night, they go with us. After breakfast, we usually ride to Musgrove Mill and Horseshoe Falls. If the boys are with us, they love to throw rocks into the river. We also count all the animals we see on the ride. Little C practiced his counting, drawing and (as he got older) his writing skills as he made lists of the cows, turkeys, horses, birds and other wildlife we see. Blake at the age of three loves to talk to all the animals and sing “Ole McDonald has a farm”. A few weeks ago, after mooing at the cows and baaing at the goats, Blake wanted to see chickens. Luckily, our cousins have a mini farm and lots of chickens. After chasing the chickens and being chased by a little rooster, Blake and his cousin Noah found a hen on her nest. She was smart enough to quickly retreat leaving behind an egg. Blake picked up the egg with his chubby little 3-year-old hands and carefully brought it to me. He very quietly and sincerely announced that it was going to hatch. We had to wrap it in napkins to keep it warm. For the remainder of the day, he would gently carry the egg: often wrapping and rewrapping it with the napkins. All the while with complete and utter confidence, he continued to proclaim that it was going to hatch. This is a child who has normally has two speeds, wide open or asleep. He was however, unwavering in his conviction that his egg would hatch. His faith was unshakeable. Needless to say, with the help of Tractor Supply, his egg hatched on Easter. He was thrilled that it produced six baby chicks. They were all immediately named “Silly Chick.” As he proudly showed off his new chicks, he repeatedly stated that he knew his egg was going to hatch. NEVER did he have a doubt. From the moment he picked up the egg from the nest he never wavered in his conviction that it would hatch into a baby chick. He didn’t second guess, he didn’t have a back-up plan. He simply, with the faith of a small child, believed that he would have a baby chick. What a great world it would be if we all could rediscover the faith that this little boy has. To truly believe and be so sure that “our chicks will hatch.” Isn’t this however, the way God intended for us to live? (Linda Gault lives in Clinton.)

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