Another mystery to me is why children think we will never find out what they did, when they know I am going to come through and do a major cleaning. Take today for instance: I was taking down my winter village and underneath the cotton snow I found two sets of Vitamin C's, hard as a rock and nasty looking. Did they not know I would eventually take the houses off the shelf and put them away? Maybe they were hoping the vitamins would rot and disappear before I had a chance to find them.
And what about the two peanut butter cup wrappers I discovered hidden in the bathroom closet, stuffed between the wall and my storage bin? Maybe they were hoping I would think the little dust bunnies had pulled it inside to build themselves a nest with for the winter!
How about the time I found twelve black numbers on top of a dresser? I knew I had seen them before and it only meant one thing - a certain child had pulled the numbers off of an old clock and had plans on making some experiement with them someday.
Yes, the way children think is indeed a mystery, but the truth be told is that I was a child once. I thought the ways of a child, did childish things, and did not entirely think things through. I know a little about how a child processes their thoughts. As a Mom, I can see through the eyes that are on the back of my head. Yet, even with their quirks and uncanny ways, they have something that I wish I still had: a childlike faith. When it comes to our faith, God wants us to be like a child. They hold no baggage from their past, do not have any regrets, and their thinking is pure and innocent. The worldly opinions have not bombarded them with optional views that may sway their individual simple beliefs. So, before judging that child and telling them, "Don't you know better? Don't you ever think?" Ask yourself what you can learn from their example and be a child again - trusting completely and never worrying about what the future may hold.