Childlike Faith

This weekend my brothers were over at our place. They arrived with excitement to see our new home and my kids were happy to give them a tour.

So, my daughter has been asking us to go to a trampoline park since her birthday. COVID happened and that was the end of schedules, parties, and things.

Next, it was summer. I teach Cindee how it is nice to use the free parks and lakes to play in the sand in the summer to enjoy the nice weather outside.

So we held off going to the “jumpy” park until fall. With a lot of kids, the price quickly adds up. So we wanted to make it a special occasion when we visited.

We thought it was a good time to visit while my brothers were in town on a rainy day. And Groupon.com was offering a special discount! Hey, I’ll take it!

Skyzone was a thrill. Even my 2 and 3-year-olds had a blast.

Then, nearing the end of their jump time, the unfortunate happened. Teyt twisted his ankle.

He hobbled (with the help of my sister) to the bench and laid down. His time of bouncing came to an end. He was in tears. The poor kid.

When we arrived back home he ate some supper and went to sleep.

Later he awoke and slid down the stairway to tell me his ankle hurt. He was in tears again. I asked him if he wanted pain medication. I was glad when he responded yes. I brought him some water with Tylenol pills. He refused to take them. I tried to bribe and coach him how to take the little, tiny, easy -to -swallow pills. He cried and said no.

Then I said, “Well, I don’t know what else to do for you teyt.”

Then I thought pray. (DUH! Of course.)

We got some olive oil from our kitchen cupboard to pray for his little ankle. Just like the apostles prayed for the sick people in the Bible.

And they were driving out many demons, anointing many sick people with olive oil, and healing them.
Mark 6:13

I started by asking him if he believed he would be healed when we prayed. In broken tears, he replied, “yes.”

I led him through a simple prayer. We asked God to heal his muscles, tendons, bones, anything that wasn’t normal to be placed back and that the pain would stop because by his stripes we are healed.

But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53:5

When we finished he wiped his tears and he was thinking. I asked how does your foot feel? He said, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

We lifted our hands and thanked God. This time I led him through a prayer of thanksgiving. Afterward he walked up the stairs to the bedroom.

In a few minutes, he yelled to me from his bed to come to him. This time he said his head hurt. (Probably from crying hard for too long.)

I asked if he wanted prayer for his head. He nodded yes.

We prayed again and God answered our prayer again! He stopped and thought for a moment. He said, “my headache is gone. It’s gone.”

We praised and thanked God some more. God is our healer!

When Jesus became aware of this, He withdrew from there. Huge crowds followed Him, and He healed them all.
Matthew 12:15

God built his faith. I’m thankful for the impact this experience had on us. It was faith-building for me too!

Nobody can talk you out of an experience you have with God. You just know that you know that you know!

This root of faith is now a part of his foundation in Jesus.

Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
Matthew 18:4

Have you experienced a miracle in your life that you will never forget? I’d love to hear about it.

Thanks for reading. -Tonya

God Winks

The past few weeks I have been wishing Micah had some easy-slip on sandals.

Today as I got the kids ready to go outside again I was reminded of how he could use some sandals. I was careful to not say my thoughts out loud in front of him or my other children because we really have all we have need of here in America.

About 3 minutes after I sent Micah out to the back yard to play, he runs inside the kitchen where I am finishing cleaning up breakfast and doing dishes. With a big smile and a look of excitement, my little 3-year-old boy comes racing around the corner almost dropping the “like new” croc sandals he’s hugging in his arms.

“Where did you find those shoes?” I asked.

He happily replied, “Cindee (his older sister) found them under the deck!”

“Let’s try them on,” I said as I took the bright blue crocs out of his little arms and knelt down at his feet. I thought, “I sure hope these fit him, he’ll be sad if they don’t.

I slipped on one shoe, He squealed “They fit Mom, yes they do fit Mom! “

They were the his perfect size.

Rob and I don’t remember purchasing them. I could have and just not remember, but having them show up at that exact moment was definitely a God wink.

God is personal! God really does care about us and our own little lives. He cares about the small things. Our small things.

Just a thought, when we go to the stores and malls and buy buy buy anything and everything we want, it makes it hard to give God a chance to do these kinds of small miracles in our lives.

These “God winks” absolutely increase our faith and the faith in our children.

This is a testimony to me. My children can look back and this remember for years.

I hope to encourage someone today.

Matthew 6:8…” Your Father knows what you have need of before you ask.”

Don’t get me wrong. Sometimes my kids and I, yes even me, (cringe face) are ungrateful. Impatient. Frustrated. Irritated.

My kids throw the biggest tantrums because their Ol’ Momma won’t give them thirds on ice cream, won’t let them play with scissors, won’t give them candy for breakfast, or let them have screen time all day!

One night I awoke with worship on my heart. I spent 30 minutes in the wee hours of the night on my knees in my living room telling Jesus how good and wonderful He is.

I started praying for my children. God, help Micah go in the potty, he just forgets when he’s playing or he doesn’t want to take the time to actually just go.

I said, “He just doesn’t get it.” To which the Lord replied, “Neither do you.”

I throw fits too. Some days I just need a friend to sit down, chat with, share some things on my heart over coffee, but instead, I’m surrounded with toddlers all day.

When I’m tired of cleaning the kitchen and sweeping the floor, but still tomorrow comes and I have to do it all over again. There is no end in sight.

Some days, I just don’t get it. I am reminded, thank you, God, I have a kitchen. I have food to cook. I have healthy children to clean up after. I have dishes to put in the dishwasher. I have a husband that comes home from work. Thanks for supplying our need, Jesus.

We need His grace. We need His help. We need His mercy.

Because of the Lord ’s faithful love we do not perish, for His mercies never end. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness!
Lamentations 3:22‭-‬23

So you see, we are ALL a work in progress. We will continue to be until we reach our heavenly home.

Until then, be on the look out for God winks in your life. Share a story of your own God wink in the comments. I’d love to hear about it!

Thanks for reading.