Sam has these shoes that he picked out because they were "COOL". They have a blue string at the top and a black string at the bottom. Problem is ... they won't stay laced and the laces are 3 miles long. I've hinted about them being a problem. I've made suggestions on how to keep them tied. I've tied them for him.
And frankly, I've grown tired of reminding him to "Tie Your Shoes!!"
So I took matters into my own hands. I took all the laces out and started fresh with only ONE lace per shoe.
Problem is ... those little "thingys" on the tips are missing. So re-lacing was taking a very L O N G time. In fact, so long that I began to think that I wasn't going to get it done before he had to leave for school. (And he doesn't have a second pair.) Serious problem. Each hole was taking 2-3 minutes of twisting, cutting, pushing, pulling. It came down to 1 minute before they HAD to leave and I still had 3 holes to go ... at this rate, it will be 9 minutes.
Luke came up beside me and started saying, "It's going to work now. I prayed."
OK ... point of decision. And some background info is necessary. As a child, I was given a gift of faith. I just KNEW I would pray about something and God would do it. Plain and simple. I even know God turned around a tornado (but that's another blog entry for another day). I wasn't all that encouraged when I would say things like Luke said to me.
So the question is: How do I encourage this gift of faith? How do I raise a prayer warrior?
The answer *I* came up with: *I* must take the leap of faith.
He prays. I pray that his prayer works (for HIS benefit). And VOILA. Shoe string in! We clap, we cheer, we do High 5's. All the hoop-la draws the attention of Sam who joins us and starts to pray too. Shoe string in! We clap, we cheer, we all do high 5's. More hoop-la. Now Kaley and Zoe join in on the act.
They're all praying for the shoestring. I'm praying for God to build their faith. 3rd and final shoestring. It too went in quickly and painlessly! They're doing dancing in the kitchen and praising God. Me too. We get up and dance all the way to the door ... Sam wearing his nicely tied shoes.
And the rest of yesterday, I spent wondering the amazing journeys that God is going to take my family on. I began to speculate about future things where we gather together and pray prayers of faith - me and my prayer warriors.
Yesterday it was shoestrings.
Maybe tomorrow it will be the blind to see, the deaf to hear, the lame to walk. Maybe it will be seeing a person with no hand or foot suddenly have one appear. Maybe we'll see someone resurrected from the dead. Maybe mountains are going to be cast into the sea.
I don't know about you, but I'm a woman of faith. And I'm thrilled to say I'm learning (by God's grace) how to raise children of faith. I'm raising prayer warriors and praisers.