
The Faith of a Child
“Call to Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things which you do not know” Jeremiah 33:3 (NKJV)
When my oldest son was five, we had a Golden retriever/Brittany spaniel mix called simply "Bob" because he was the only one in the litter that had the body of a golden retriever but the stump of a tail that belongs to the Brittany spaniel. Because of his size, he became our oldest son's dog. My oldest boy loved that dog with all his heart. Bob was HIS dog.
We kept Bob in a dog run in the backyard. Since he was obviously a bird dog, we kept the gate to the run locked. Well, one night the gate was left unlocked and someone stole Bob. We were devastated.
One Sunday night, after two weeks of driving and walking the whole subdivision looking for Bob, I was putting my son to bed. We said our prayers and he turned that sweet face full of hope toward me and told me, "Mommy, I prayed and God is going to bring Bob home." My mother's heart broke as I tried to explain to a five-year-old that sometimes God doesn't answer our prayers the way we want Him to. But he was determined, "No mommy, God told me that He would bring Bob home." After several minutes of argument, I just told him, "Well, we'll see". The odds of him coming back were slim and none.
My husband and I decided that night to quit searching for Bob and calling the animal shelter because we had lost all hope of seeing Bob again and we didn't want to encourage what we believed to be false hope in our son. But every day when we would get home from work/school, my son would run to the backyard looking for Bob in the still empty dog run and thanking God in his nightly prayers for bringing his dog home.
For three days my heart broke for my young son and the disappointment that was most surely coming. I would try to lessen the disappointment I knew was coming by telling him over and over that sometimes God's answer to our prayers is not one we like. And every night my five-year-old son would say, "Mommy, God TOLD me that He was going to bring Bob back and He ALWAYS keeps his promises."
On the third night when I put him to bed, I was a little teary-eyed during our prayers because I had no idea how I was going to explain to my faith-filled son that Bob wasn't coming back. Seeing my tears, he patted my hand and said, "It will be okay, Mommy, God told me that Bob is coming back and I believe Him." I raced out of the room in tears as my mother's heart broke for my son. I purposed in my heart that I would make my son believe that there was no possibility that Bob was coming back.
The next morning was rushed so there was no time to talk to my son. My mind was divided between work and my son as I worried about what I would say to him when we got home and he found the dog run empty again. I tried many different approaches in my head as I worked because I didn't want him to be angry with God or think he wasn't important enough for God to listen to. Yet, REALITY told me that Bob was never coming home and my son needed to deal with that reality.
As we pulled into the driveway from the back seat I hear this squeal, "Mommy, Mommy, Bob is back! Bob is back!"
Before the car even came to a complete stop, my son was out of the car and racing to the backyard. I was in shock as I rounded the corner and, sure enough, Bob was back. In fact, he was back in the dog run with the gate closed and the lock locked! My son was jumping up and down screaming, "See, mommy! See, mommy! I told you God would bring Bob back!"
I stood there with tears streaming down my face, tears of joy, relief, and shame. Shame because I, with my "mature" faith, could not believe that God could do something as simple as bring back a lost dog.
Jesus says in Mark 10:15 in the Amplified Bible, "Truly I tell you, whoever does not receive and accept and welcome the kingdom of God like a little child [does] positively shall not enter it at all." Isaiah 11:6 states, "And a child shall lead them."
When I lose the faith to continue to believe as I wait for God's time, God reminds me of my five-year-old son who had the faith to believe that God cared enough about him to bring back his lost dog.
