My kids teach me about joy in the mundane and little things. They constantly teach me about prayer - from their NICU days to the current doctor appointments and therapies. Bubby prays with enthusiasm before each meal. He prays in the car for rain. Niney-seven percent of his prayers are thank-you prayers.
The instant they came into existance, they started teaching me about unconditional love. And through my heart for them I get a glimpse of the Father's heart for me. Each day the phrase "faith like a child" becomes more and more meaningful, and more and more conviciting.
"Mommy, get the Bible. Read the boat story. Jesus is on the boat. It's the pirate boat."
"Jesus was on a fishing boat, Bubby, not a pirate boat."
"I wuv Jesus. I want to be like Him. Mommy, be like Jesus."
I don't know how much Bubby understands about faith at this young age. But I know that he understands that Jesus is real, that Jesus is important, and that Jesus loves him. And isn't that what we all really need to know?