I love, and to be honest hate at times, the example our children set for us. Their simple belief is so humbling. Being childish is easy. Being child-like...not so much. Take praying for rain for example. It is one thing to desire precipitation, pray about it and then move on. It is a completely different thing however to pray, put on your raincoat, run outside and stare at the sky in anticipation.
I've been reading about the life of Moses lately. Remember when he was on Mt. Sinai receiving the commandments? After 40 days his people got impatient and made a grievous error involving earrings, Aaron and a golden cow. The Father was very angry, deciding to wipe them out and start anew. Moses prayed and begged for Him to relent and then something awesome happened. God changed His mind! Think your prayer don't matter? Think again.
