A Child's Heart, page 8

While they ate the fish they had brought from home, Rylen asked Justace, “How come your friend just disappeared like that?” Justace snorted and rolled his eyes. “There are lots of people I’d like to know what happened to. You just learn to live with it.” “Do you ever pray that you’ll find your parents?” Rylen asked him. Justace’s smile faded. “I used to…” He replied soberly. “But I guess I just gave up after awhile. Let’s face it; I’m never going to find them.” He went on sadly. “They’re probably dead, anyway.” The three ate the rest of their meal in silence. That night soon after Justace had climbed into bed, he heard the sound of little feet walking up to him. “What are you doing up, buddy?” He asked Wendol. “Justace, will you help me say my prayers tonight?” He asked sweetly. Justace smiled. “Sure.” The two quietly walked to Wendol’s cot and knelt down in front of it. “How do I start?” Wendol asked. “Dear Jesus…” Justace told him. Wendol closed his eyes and began, “Dear Jesus, thank you for giving us a new home, and food to eat, and beds to sleep in. Thank you for keeping us safe and healthy. Please bless Justace and Rylen and me, and Rylen’s daddy and the big boys who took my water pail. Make them get saved; oh please save their souls, Jesus. Help me be good and do what You want me to. Amen.” Justace was humbled by this little boy’s perfect faith in God. Wendol looked up and said, “Justace, aren’t you going to say your prayers?” “Um… y-yes.” Justace stammered as he quickly wiped a stray tear from his eye. “Dear Jesus…” He began nervously. “I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry I gave up hope. I guess I wasn’t trusting in You. It may not be Your will for me to find out anything about my parents… I don’t know. But I should never stop praying. Oh God, please forgive me. And Lord, thank you for all You’ve done. I really have so much to be thankful for. Please help me to always trust You and do Your will. In Your precious name, Amen.” That night Justace slept very peacefully. Now that he had left his burden in God’s hands, he had the assurance that it would be taken care of.