Faith of a Child

I was reminded a few days age of a story my mom always tells about me as a child. When I was three I got in between my dad and cousin during a football game. The result? I broke my leg. That night, after the hooplah of going to the hospital and getting a cast and such, my mom was walking down the hall when she heard me in my bed saying "Jesus! Jesus! Help me Jesus!" My mom always talks about how cute it was, but the other day it occurred to me what a picture of childlike faith it is. Now, hear my heart and know that I'm not trying to compliment myself (I mean, that was a LONG time ago and I was only three). But what if we had faith like that? What if in any time of pain or turmoil, we immediately cried, "Jesus, help me Jesus!"? What power there is in His name! Our first thought should always be "Jesus." I want to cling to His hand like a child clings to a parents when in a room full of strangers. God hold me in Your will. May I never quit crying out Your name!!