Simple Faith

We read of the shepherds that wondrous night.  And he wanted to be one.  My little dress-up kid pulled together everything he needed from the far reaches of the house and brought them to me to help him get dressed.  The excitement in his eyes and voice thrilled my soul as I guided his arms through the sleeves of my robe and tied the bath towel around his head.

Such a simple message brought to simple people and my son wanted to be a part of that message and a part of those simple shepherds on the hillside.  This child who exhibits a faith that can move mountains wanted to be one of the first to know of the Child in whom his faith resides.

This is the little boy who speaks with excitement of the day he’ll once again get to see his sister in Heaven.  This is the little boy whose father prayed over him when he was just a tiny tot, “May your words be those of the Lord,” because he had a speech impediment.  This is the little boy who is thrilled by the simple things in life…like pink bathrobes and brown towels and his brother’s walking stick…

and a Child so perfect He could take away the sins of the world.

May we have this kind of simple faith.

Always.