I have been unwittingly exposed to WWE wrestling…being the mother of two sons while being married to a man who loves to experience life through his sons eyes, I should be thankful that this has only just crossed my threshold!

As a young girl, I marveled at the “complexities” of professional wrestling; hitting each other with chairs, smashing tables, being flung outside of rings, punched or kicked numerous times and yet no injury obtained….

Interesting.

My precocious, worldly- wise 11 year old (otherwise known as the Young Master) is convinced this is real. How can it not be real, he asks?

HOW ON EARTH CAN IT BE, I ask him in return!

He has faith in it…there is no reason for him to disbelieve what he is seeing with his eyes so he accepts it as reality. Not like reality- TV where a script is made and followed, but real wrestling with a story line on the side.

In my efforts to persuade him otherwise (I have been told that I might as well have told him that Santa does not exist when I try to have a legit discussion about this topic at home!) he is unconvinced. He sees their athleticism where I see their over-acting stunts I guess.

Isn’t it funny how our eyes as adults see things so much differently? We see motives, agendas, ambition, greed, doubt instead of simple acceptance in what is placed before us. I am so guilty of reading into most everything, analyzing every angle, and then over-analyzing what I just analyzed.

Suddenly, my life becomes more complex. My efforts to understand turn into efforts to control…I begin to muddle up my circumstances around me.

I am not suggesting that I stop seeking, researching, questioning, educating myself…trust me, my son certainly questions things-one does not simply get the name Young Master by being subservient!! What he does, though, is trust what he knows…Perhaps I can learn from that.

Having faith like a child means to trust that God is for me and not against me; to believe, even when things are horrible or painful, God has not changed. His plan, from the beginning, was for people, His creation, to know He is God -Yahweh.

In the good times, He is God.

In the hard times, He is God.

In the sickness, He is God.

In the healing, He is God.

To not overthink what I know…

My desire is to accept that God is my provider, my protector, my trail blazer, my path maker, my healer, my comfort, my future, the redeemer of my past, my purpose, my strength, my joy, and my hope.

When I have faith like a child, I stop with what I know….when I ask how is this going to happen, when will it happen, where will it happen – I am learning to sit back and trust the One whom I have come to know.

Is WWE real? Frankly, I just do not care-lol! I said I want to have faith like a child, not be a child!