This is Marianita. Almost every morning I pick her up (literally) on my way to school and she rides on my shoulders through town to the escuelita. I love this girl and through her God is teaching me lots and lots. One of these things is patience, as Mariana is rather incorrigible, though lovable. On a more recent note, God hit me with a revelation yesterday, courtesy of this beautiful little girl. It was bright and early when I picked her up and set her on my shoulders for the walk to school. She happily began to make little noises and talk to me about the day, when I realized that she, like always, was holding on to my pinky fingers. She doesn't need to hold on because I've got her, but she feels better if she can hold onto me. The funny thing is that holding onto the weakest part of me is enough to calm her fears of falling.
Then I have this vision of myself: I'm on God's shoulders, wrapping my arms tightly around his head, my legs gripping his neck and all the while I'm screaming, "YOU'RE GOING TO DROP ME! YOU'RE GOING TO DROP ME!" Brings a whole new perspective of having faith like a child. I wouldn't even have to hold onto God, he's got me, but I think he understands that we feel better if we can hold onto something. How about his pinky fingers? I want to be able to rest in trusting God so much that all I have to do is hold his pinkies and I feel safe, knowing he won't drop me. Wow. I've got a ways to go, but I want to get there.
Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.