My Journey Toward Childlike Faith

I grew up with a faith that was more routine than relationship—going to church because that’s what you do, reciting prayers from memory, and hearing stories about God that felt distant, almost like folklore. I wanted to believe with the innocence and trust of a child, but somewhere along the way, doubt and questions filled the space where simple faith once lived.

The turning point came unexpectedly, during a quiet moment in the midst of life’s noise. I was overwhelmed, feeling small and uncertain about the future. In that vulnerability, I found myself longing for the kind of faith that doesn’t need to understand everything but still trusts completely. I started to intentionally strip away the complications I’d added over the years—trying to control outcomes, expecting proof, and holding onto fear.

Slowly, I began reading Scripture not as a checklist but like a letter from a loving parent, tender and personal. I reminded myself that Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” It wasn’t about being naive or unaware of hardships; it was about embracing faith with humility and openness, allowing myself to be guided rather than guarded.

Along the way, community played a quiet but powerful role. Being honest about my struggles with others who shared their own journeys helped me feel less isolated. Faith became less about perfection and more about presence—showing up with all my doubts, questions, and hopes.

Today, my childlike faith isn’t about having all the answers or a flawless spiritual record. It’s about a heart posture that trusts God’s goodness amid uncertainty, that asks questions without shame, and that holds onto hope like a child clings to a parent’s hand. It’s messy, it’s beautiful, and most of all, it’s real. This journey continues, but I’m grateful for every step that has led me back to faith that feels alive and deeply mine.