On a gorgeous afternoon, my husband was eager to get out and enjoy the woods. The kids are always up for a hike and rushed to put on long sleeves, pants, and rubber boots so they could tromp around with Dad. My young son, Skylar, was bound and determined that he'd be in full camoflage and he found his camo pants with no problem. But his camo shirt wasn't where it was supposed to be. He checked his pants drawer, just in case it had found its way into the wrong spot, but to no avail. Then he did what any self-respecting six-year-old would do....."Moooom!"

I went through the same procedure he'd already been through and even checked his closet in case I'd been really ambitious the day I'd put the shirt away, but it was nowhere to be found. I heaved a big sigh and said, "Buddy, just pick a different shirt. I can't find that one."

That's when my boy, laying comfortably on the floor as he waited for me to search, said, "Can I pray to God and Jesus first, and then we'll look again?"

Okay, here's the part of the story I wish could be different. This is the point I wish I could write that my response was an enthusiastic, "Yes, Skylar! That's exactly what we need to do!" But instead, I actually hesitated, I mean I had just looked through those entire drawers and that shirt was not there. So I ended up softly saying, "Go ahead, Buddy," and biting my tongue so that I didn't add, "but don't be disappointed if we still can't find it."

I watched as my little man of faith rolled to his side, folded his hands, and prayed silently with his precious eyes screwed shut. I said my own little prayer that went something like this:  "God, this could be a faith-breaker for this little boy. Please help us find that shirt!" But I confess I offered it up while already trying to decide how to phrase the lesson when the shirt still wasn't there.

I can imagine Jesus shaking his head, saying to me, "Oh, ye of little faith," and smiling because he was about to astound me. When Skylar said "Amen", the shirt drawer was opened for a third time and....Voila! There was the camo shirt! How had we missed it! Sure it was buried, but I'd dug through the whole drawer. I told Skylar with much ado that Jesus sure did hear his prayer and see his faith. But he simply put on his shirt and said, "Yep, Thanks, Jesus" very matter of factly, but happily. He was not surprised. He expected it all along. And I really hat that I didn't.

Why are we like that sometimes? We know we are to walk by faith, not by sight. We know to ask in expectation, right? Today's scripture illustrates exactly what happened. I didn't approach the throne as a little child and that prevented my entering into a higher realm in my relationship with God. Instead of Skylar's, "Thanks, Jesus, I knew you'd come through" approach--which just added another solid layer to his faith--I was lagging behind, stuefied at what seemed a miracle. My faith increased too, but Skylar was in camaraderie mode and I was just kind of a dumbfounded observer.

 I never want to lose my sense of awe, but I guess I want to move from being surprised when my prayers are answered to simply being appreciative and grateful. Just like a little child.

Dear Lord, Your Word tells us that the love You’ve lavished on us is so great and we are Your children.  Help us come to You with the faith of a child.  Help us to pray in full expectation of Your power being manifested in our lives, so that when we experience it, we marvel at it and appreciate it, but we’re not surprised by it. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.