The faith of a child

For some reason, while Brooke and I were sitting and eating lunch yesterday, Brooke said, “Do you want to go to the lake of fire?” I proceeded to explain to her that God made the lake of fire for Satan, and that if Satan is there, I don’t want to have anything to do with it. Brooke agreed, “I hate Satan. He is very bad and mean.” (I have told the kids not to say “hate” about anybody, but Brooke once asked, “Can I hate Satan?” I said yes, so whenever she mentions Satan, the word “hate” always comes up.) I then proceeded to tell Brooke that we all will have to go to the lake of fire with Satan unless we are saved. “Am I saved?” she asked. I hate answering that question---no, Brooke you are not saved, though you have such faith in anyone or anything. I just ignored the question. Brooke proceeded, “How do I be saved?” I asked her if she was a sinner? “I think so,” she said. I told her what sin is, and she said, “I did sin before, but not today.” I told her that to be saved she has to trust in Jesus, to choose Him to be her Savior. I said, “Do you believe God?” Of course, she said, “Yes!” Do you want to obey Him? There was a long moment of silence, and a pondering look on her face. After a time, she answered, to my great joy,…….”I choose God!” I love to plant the seeds of faith in a young child’s heart. Brooke is just starting to understand the truths surrounding God and our eternal destiny. But, what faith, and what a conscious decision on her part to choose God. When confronted with this decision each day---to choose my own way or choose God's way, I hope we all, like Brooke, choose God.