like a child.

With all the crazy pain in the world that the kids I work closest with face, I forget sometimes that there are still "little girls" out there. They grew up with 2 parents. They like pink. And frills. They freak out when there are loud noises. And then freak out again when they realize the loud noises were really confetti cannons shooting awesome streamers of shininess.

But they do exist.

Little girls, running up to me just because they've heard my voice before. Or because their mom told them to. Giving me unforeseen hugs. Wanting a picture of me with my silly hipster scarf.

I don't think it's ever made me feel so small. Part of me wants to tell their parents, "No! Don't let your little girl grow up to be like me! Be honest with her! Tell her about REAL life, not just the easy stuff." The other part wants to hide scared. Worried that if parents found out who I really am, who I've really been, that they'll take their little girls, write a nasty complaint email, and get me fired from my job.

It was a ridiculous picture of God using the weak. the unimportant. the silly. The entire day was such a crapshoot, honestly. Leading me up to a moment when the speaker is calling girls forward to make the most important decision of their life and wanting me to help guide them through it. I've never felt more incapable. More unfocused. More unworthy. I've never cried out to God in such a panic (including the 2 car accidents I've been in).

Oh God. I need help. I don't know what I'm doing!

But, really. I should have been learning from these girls. Realizing that they came forward. Not worried what their friends thought. Just because they knew they wanted Jesus. It was that simple. They shared that moment with their moms. They shared the things they're scared of - the things that they've been called that they don't like and don't want to believe anymore.

Simple. No wonder we're supposed to have faith like a child.