this book has seen better days. jesus took a serious beating when it came to teething time. apparently foam mounted religious figures are not exempt from tiny budding teeth. lily loves this book. i have probably read it 100 times.
today was the first time i think i actually learned something.
i said out loud "Jesus said that if you want to see heaven... you must be trusting like a little child." and i thought, how trusting is a little child? does lily trust me? sure she does. is her trust perfect? no, its not.
she doesn't trust that when i put frozen sausages in the microwave that they are going to be piping hot and on her tray in 45 seconds, or maybe she wouldn't cry 'sausage!?! sausage!?!?!' completely distraught every single morning.
does she trust me when i say that we're almost home and she can get out of her carseat in two stop lights? not really. hence the grabbing of the carseat harness and saying 'out. out. out.' repeatedly.
on the other hand, she does trust that when i close her door at night, i will open it again in the morning. she trusts that my hand in hers is what keeps her safe crossing the street and that having me at the bottom of a slide means she can go down as fast as it will take her without being hurt in the end.
these are silly examples, but it really did make me feel better to realize that the faith of a child, while amazingly beautiful, is not perfect. which is a good thing... because i'm sure not.