Early in my childhood, I can honestly say I had complete faith in my parents. I trusted—without question—that they had everything taken care of. I didn’t carry worry the way I do now. And when fear did creep in—a bad storm rolling through, the desert winds howling, or a bully on a dusty road—it didn’t last long. A few reassuring words from my parents, and everything was okay again.
I didn’t think about money either. Looking back, I know we didn’t have an abundance, but from my perspective, we had everything we needed. My dad always had cash in his wallet. Every Friday, he’d drive from one utility company to the next, paying bills in cash, settling what was owed. There was a rhythm to it. A quiet provision. It was simple to trust because I could see, every day, that I was being cared for—a home, a bed, food on the table.
Somewhere along the way, that kind of trust fades.
As we grow older, we begin to believe it all depends on us. We become aware of our insecurities, our fears, our doubts—and instead of handing them over, we carry them. We trade simple trust for control, and peace for worry.
But I find myself longing for those days again—not to be a child in age, but to have the faith of one.
Jesus said:
“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”
—Matthew 18:3
A child doesn’t need to understand everything to trust. They simply know who is caring for them.
And again:
“A little child shall lead them.”
—Isaiah 11:6
Maybe that child is the one we used to be—the version of us that believed without overthinking, trusted without hesitation, and rested without fear.
Today, I look to my Heavenly Father and ask for that kind of faith. Not just the belief that things will work out, but the deep knowing that I am held—that I am provided for—that I am not alone.
God isn’t asking us to carry everything. He’s asking us to trust Him with it.
To return to a simpler place.
To clear out the mental noise, the debris of worry and control.
To remember that His peace is not distant—it’s available right now.
“Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.”
—1 Peter 5:7
Maybe faith isn’t about having all the answers.
Maybe it’s about remembering who does.
Prayer
Lord,
Teach me to trust You like a child again. Quiet the noise in my mind and soften my need for control. Remind me that You are my provider, my protector, and my peace. Help me to rest in Your care, knowing You already have it handled.
Amen.
