My 3 year old daughter holds to this belief very strongly. This belief that there is indeed a “Pond Monster” inhabiting the pond on our property. If you were to speak with her about our pond on any given day, she would undoubtedly educate you on this specific monster. She would tell you that the monster stays deep down in the pond, and this monster will not hurt you UNLESS you get into the pond without mommy or daddy. She would tell you that this pond monster grabs children and pulls them under, but is scared of adults, and therefore one can safely swim or fish in the pond as long as an adult is present.
You see, we live on a piece of land that has a fairly large pond backing up directly to the back door of our home. This pond is just a quick walk from where we spend our days, mere seconds. As parents with small children the idea of this can indeed be terrifying, so we had to come up with a plan. A plan to keep our small children away from the water, to avoid the danger that this pond could be.
When we first moved into this home, Riley was young. She could not yet comprehend the danger of “drowning”, BUT, even in her young years, she had already been introduced to the scary that is monsters.
Therefore, the “pond monster” entered the picture. The monster of death, of drowning, of never seeing my mommy and daddy again. The monster that keeps little girls and boys, never to return them.
We told her this to protect her. So, did we fudge the truth a little? Kinda.
We changed the truth into terms she could comprehend anyways.
But, here’s the point. Riley believed our words, without question. Without hesitation, she took what we told her and in her mind it is concrete truth.
I’m not sure that even a master debater would be able to talk her out of this belief.
She has the faith of a child. Naivety, you could call it.
She looks at us, as her parents, and she believes our words. She doesn’t need to see the monster. She doesn’t need to feel its grip before she can fully have faith that it is true. It just is.
Now, if I were to tell you as an adult, the exact same story, you would likely not believe me. You would think, and you would reason, and you would find many concepts that would allow you to push my story aside as simply fiction. And, fiction indeed it is.
BUT, I wonder how often my Heavenly Father whispers down a truth from heaven, and I think my way out of it.
I wonder how often He warns me of danger that is ahead, but I question His words, and as a result I must feel the clench of that danger before I believe His truth.
I wonder how often He has shown me a direction to go, but in my human mind, I had to reason myself out of His direction and into my own.
There is one MAJOR difference between myself, and My God. He is perfect. He does not twist the truth. He does not lie. It seems then that it would be easy to believe His words, to have faith in His ways. But, so often I lack it.
So often, I lead myself into my own ways, rather than following His. So often, I think, well, God doesn’t understand my situation, so I know what He said, BUT….
If only I could have the faith of a child- it would be only for my better. An unquestioning, unwavering belief that my Father has my best interest in mind; an undoubting trust in His truth, His words, His leading.
Lord, give me that faith, that I might hear your word and undoubtedly believe your truth today.
Psalm 23: 1-3 “The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.”