like a child.

When I was too young to be asking, I asked my mom the standard "where do babies come from?" Being the Godly and taken-by-surprise woman she was at the time, she answered something like "God decides when to make you pregnant, when He wants to" - I'm sure the discussion was longer than that, but that was the impression that I left with. Her general "you" was, in my head, turned into a specific "you, Mallory!"

For weeks afterwards, before falling asleep, I would pray for God to please not make me pregnant until I was grown-up and married. Please, please, please.

Ha and Aw.

I didn't come to God with any understanding. I came with Him as a child, letting Him know exactly what I wanted and asking with the knowledge that He was listening and cared.

When do you get infiltrated by our culture and begin to think that God doesn't care about every tiny aspect of our lives? This is what our Bible study lesson was on today. We are going through "The Praying Life" where the author discusses the mysterious, improvable, and commanded act of coming to our Heavenly Father "without ceasing."

We learned today "The Lord (the infinite, Holy, beyond) is my shepherd (tends, leads, grooms the wool of even me)."

When we let go of control and learn how lowly and out of control we are, we can only cry out to God. He is all we have, and He is all.

We, just like any child, have a limited knowledge of the world. We have a tiny miniscule vision of life. We have a limited impression of what God's goodness and true love and wisdom is. And yet, as Jesus did, we are supposed to tell Him "I don't like this and I don't want to do this!" And THEN He, in His grace, makes our hearts more like His.

Faith Like a Child- Jars of Clay, Live