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Rachel, wife to Rod since '99, and mom to 2 kiddos is a counselor by profession but is a full-time homemaker, who learned a lot about Faith in God when our daughter was diagnosed with cancer at age 3.

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  1. I always thought that as I got older my faith would get “easier” so to speak. While in a way this is true (as I have more experiences to look back on and see how God worked through them) I still find faith to be “hard.” Satan likes to creep up and present the message that God isn’t big enough for x, y or z in my life so maybe I should just “handle” the matter on my own. I hate that I buy into Satan’s lies at times. Thank you for this post. It is a good reminder of why having a child like faith is important for our personal adult growth in Christ. Such great encouragement this morning.

  2. This reminded me of the classic song, The Warrior is a Child, by Twila Paris. I can hear it now! Thanks for the reminder that we don’t alwua have to be strong because our Abba loves us.

  3. Even before I had children of my own, I was blown away by how much the Lord taught me about His character through little ones. Now as a mom of 3, I am in many ways learning and growing just as much as they are!

    Wonderful, thoughtful post!

  4. My heart and mind have been filled with doubt lately. What a great reminder this is! I know He is stirring my heart so that I seek Him because I have too tight of a grip on the reigns. I need to let Him take control. Thank you!

  5. They say after a certain age we revert back to being like a child. At 64 I can attest to that….for I cry easier….. need to enlist more prayer as I walk around in this frail body, (I don’t leap anymore). Still dream big and pray I live to see at least one of them fulfilled. I agree with Brittnie, faith has not got easier..unlike a child I do understand more of the risk. There are times I find my self folding my arms, giving God that hard look like a stubborn child would do when ask to do something they don’t want to do. My prayer is I don’t revert back to the diaper isle in Walmart. Looking for the finisher of my faith to call me home before then.