My Journey Toward Childlike Faith
My journey toward a childlike faith began in a place of doubt and searching. Growing up, faith was something I observed but never fully embraced. It often seemed complicated and distant, a set of rules rather than a living relationship. However, life’s challenges gradually softened my heart and opened my eyes to a different way of trusting.
The turning point came during a season of uncertainty when I felt overwhelmed by decisions and fears about the future. In those moments, I found myself returning to simple prayers—never elaborate or rehearsed, just honest cries for help and glimpses of hope. These prayers reminded me of a child’s trust: straightforward, sincere, and free from skepticism.
As I read Scripture with fresh eyes, I discovered the invitation Jesus extends to “become like little children.” This was not a call to naivety but to a faith that embraces dependence, wonder, and humility. I began to release the need for control and certainty, leaning instead into God’s presence with openness and joy.
Faith Like a Child became more than a phrase; it became a way of living. I started to see God’s hand in everyday moments, celebrating small blessings and extending grace—to myself and others. The community I found in Faith Like a Child Ministries further nurtured this transformation, offering support and encouragement to grow in trust without fear of judgment.
Today, my faith is marked by simplicity and confidence, anchored in the belief that God’s love is steadfast and sufficient. Like a child reaching out for a parent’s comfort, I continue to approach God with a heart ready to believe, learn, and be guided, knowing that this childlike faith is the foundation of peace and true spiritual freedom.
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.