When I was little I spoke to the angels. Not like I had visions or anything. I just knew they were there helping and protecting me, so I figured I'd talk to them on occasion. Often I'd just thank them for their help. I must have mentioned it to someone because I remember being told that we only pray (talk) to God. So after that when I'd pray to God, I'd ask him to please strengthen my angels and to thank them for me :) lol. Now I understand that it is always good to give thanks (to friends, saints, angels) and, in the same breath, to give the glory to God since it is through Him that all things come to us.
When I was little I loved the story about how Jesus said "Let the little children come unto me, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven." I believed that children are particularly special to Jesus and hoped and prayed that He would return to earth while I was still young so that I could be that special little child who got to sit on His lap. How I longed for His coming!
When I was little I prayed really hard for about a week that it would literally rain money. I believed He could make it happen and saw no reason why it wouldn't be a good idea (except that the falling change would kinda hurt, like hail does). I was told that that is not exactly the kind of prayer God is likely to grant, but I just figured they probably never even tried it. Well, turns out they were right.
When I was little I often questioned my salvation and therefore would ask God again and again to come into my heart. Later I was told that I shouldn't doubt and that I didn't need to keep asking. So I stopped asking, but I didn't stop wondering/questioning until I was a little older.
When I was little I was so many things. It is funny to look back.
What comes to mind when you look back?
20 June 2008
when i was little
Posted by Brigitte at 22:57
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When I was little and found out about the concept of a "guardian angel," I liked to play with it as well. I think at one point I reached out and patted the air, as if I was telling my angel thanks. And of course, I don't think any kid saw "It's a Wonderful Life" and didn't immediately rush out ring every bell their family had in the house. To quote Nick from the movie, "Get me! I'm passing out wings!" Nowadays I think I look at it less childishly, knowing angels are spirits for God and not necessarily tall, blond-haired people with long hair and big wings.
A small story regarding Jesus and the children that I think you might find amusing. At my church there's a lady who works at the bookstore and she has two little daughters who love me because I'm always playing with them when they want and I act goofy to make them laugh. During the Greek festival one of them latches onto my leg, so I start walking around Frankenstein-style. After a while I realize she's not letting go, so I ask another lady who works at the bookstore, "Do you think Jesus had kids clinging to His leg as He walked?" and she said, "Yes."
1 Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, 2 looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. --Hebrews 12:1-2
It is great to know that we have such a number of saints and angels praying for us constantly.
I will never forget the feeling of being prayed for after being Baptized and Christmated the priest told me "you are now among the cloud of witnesses"... wow!
Tony, cute story. I'm sure kids had an irresistible draw to Christ much like that:) The trick was how to get past all the serious adults!
Chuck, thank you for the verse. It never ceases to amaze me how the Scriptures 'come alive' for me since entering Orthodoxy.
What a precious and sweet spirit you had as a child. I just discovered your blog, but I'd be willing to bet that you are still that "child of God" and beloved by Christ.
I mean, compared to eternity, even a hundred years is rather like being a little child, is it not?
Alana, thanks for visiting and for your sweet comments.
I'm not sure I will ever be ready to wean off the 'milk'--such a child I am, though I try to pretend to be older sometimes.
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