It was a cloudy morning in January when I realized we were running low on supplies and I needed to get to the grocery store. As we were getting ready to leave the house, I clearly remember looking up at the sky and noticing the dark heavy clouds. Unfortunately, when I parked the car at the store, I had so many things on my mind, picking up an umbrella never even made it to my to-do list.
Our time at the grocery store went like usual; The first 10 minutes were spent trying to track down the shopping cart that looked like a race car with the steering wheels and the rest of the time trying to convince the kids to stay seated in the cart while I did my best to remember all the things I came to the store to buy. It wasn’t until we finally got through the check out line and made our way towards the exit, that I noticed the huge line of people with their shopping carts parked by the doors. Then, I heard it; loud thunder and rain, LOTS of rain!
Don’t get me wrong, I love rain. Watching powerful thunder storms from the comfort of my couch while covered with a blanket, and sipping hot chocolate is high up on my list of favorite activities. Running through large puddles and getting soaked while pushing a cart full of groceries and two little kids however, doesn’t rank very high on that list. So, I did what everyone else was doing, I parked my cart by the door and waited.
After standing there for a little while, I explained to the kids we were going to have to wait for the storm to calm down a bit before we could go to the car and drive home. As soon as I finished my explanation, my three year-old without hesitation, suggested we should pray about it and then he proceeded to put his little hands together and do it.
I don’t remember his exact words now but he prayed a short prayer asking God to stop the rain so we could go home, and when he finished, he looked up as confident as ever. When I looked up however, it seemed to me like the sky was even darker than before and I had a feeling it would rain all day. But, wanting to encourage him in his faith, I told him we would look for God’s answer.
About two minutes later, being the impatient person that I am and convinced that the rain was not going to relent any time soon, I decided I could not wait any longer and must find a way to go home and get started on lunch. Since the day was warm enough, I chose to brave the rain to get to the car.
The kids had a blast riding through rain but, by the time they were strapped in and all the groceries were safely in the car, I was completely drenched. The moment we started to drive out of the parking lot however, the sky opened up, the sun shone through, and the rain stopped. That is when I heard one of my little passengers yell out from the back seat: “look mommy, God answered our prayer!”
That day I learned a powerful lesson on faith from my three year-old.
As I drove home I couldn’t help thinking over my actions that morning and how they were a reflection of my overall attitude when it comes to faith. How often do I deem my problems too small or too silly to bring before God? How often do I sit there feeling stumped and powerless before the storms of life like everyone else even though I know there is at least one thing I can do? How often do I get discouraged, take matters into my own hands and end up “soaked” in the process?
It was so simple for my three year-old. He saw a problem he couldn’t fix, he prayed, and he was confident God would come through. Is it any wonder that Jesus said in Matthew 18:3
“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”
Today, I am making my prayer like that of the pleading father in Mark 9:24
“Lord I do believe, help my unbelief.”
Have you had a similar faith building experience with your children? Share with me in the comments below.