Childlike Faith.

I am homesick. Yet what I am grasping for is not a place, it is a feeling. I want to go back to the days my brother and I played Spiderman. When I screamed for help, he raced to rescue me from imaginary villains. In those days, I was home. 

Now, I am alone. Screaming for help, my screams echo off of empty walls, the reverberation reminding me of reality: I cannot go back to my childhood, to the days I was pure, innocent, and naive, as safe as could be. I am no longer facing imaginary villains, but the enemy, who strives to kill, steal, and destroy me. He hears my screams and whispers lies, telling me I am no longer capable of being saved. I scream until my lungs give out. 

Then, the echoes cease, and I hear the voice of truth, reminding me my screams don’t have to be empty echoes reverberating lies. Instead, they can be prayers to our Savior, who hears our cries for help. Psalm 91:15 says, “He will call on me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble.” 

I am homesick. Yet what I am grasping for is not a place, it is a feeling. I want to go back to the days I had childlike faith. Matthew 18:3 says, “Unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the Kingdom of heaven.” We cannot change time, going back to the days we were pure, innocent, and naive. Yet, we can change our faith to that of a child, resting in assurance we are as safe, protected, and loved as can be.

I want to go home. 

But what I am grasping for is not a place, it is a feeling.

I want to go back to the days my brother and I played Spiderman.

When I screamed for help, he would race down the halls, rescuing me.

In those days, I was home.

Now, I am alone.

My screams echo off empty walls,

The reverberation a reminder of the reality

I cannot go back to my childhood

To the days I was pure, innocent and naive,

As safe as could be.

No longer facing imaginary villains,

I am facing the real enemy,

Who hears my screams and whispers the lie

I am no longer capable of being saved.

I scream until my lungs give out, 

Then, the echoes finally cease,

And I hear the voice of truth.

I can never go back to my childhood,

To the days I was pure, innocent, and naive,

But I can have faith like that of a child.

My cries for help can be prayers.

For When I call on Him, He rescues me.

I am as safe, protected, and loved as can be

Under the shelter of His wings.

Based on Psalm 91 and Matthew 18:2-4