Before I left the fickle weather of my home in the northeast for the thick, warm, bay air of Guatemala, the Great Father told me something about children. A dear friend of mine had a cousin pass and leave behind a six-month-old child. As I was praying for my friend and the family, God said, “You’re going to see a generation where 12-year-olds walk in the authority of their Father.
Dear little Nazareth is living that. As she sat in my arms I noticed a puckered scar on the inside of her arm. I was told later that during a cooking accident a pot full of boiling oil tipped over. She was in the hospital with serious burns, and from the facts we could pull together, it seems that she also had a sister. Her sister did not survive. That was four months ago.
Watching Nazareth in the last week, it was plain that she not only walked confidently because of her father, but that she walked in the Authority of her spiritual Father. She was part of a family who had experienced hardship, and had personally endured excruciating pain. Yet, she is a child who knows her Dad is the Utmost, and therefore fears not. She walks in joy and freedom; secure in the knowledge that she is so beloved. She can never wander so far that He wouldn’t have her back. Further, she knows that he is never far. Her Father deems her worthy to be intrinsically involved in her business. He wants her involved. Because of that intimacy, I saw her seeing people. Really seeing them. A child that loved to laugh, full of sass, yet so aware of people around her…because her Father was aware.
That is living, breathing, child-like faith. Not in miracles, or provision.
But in being beloved.
Can you and I live with that sort of Faith?
You can read Part I to this Here 
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