A Child's Faith

I was reading over some old articles I had written years ago. This is one that really jumped out at me, which I wrote when my daughter was just five years old. It's lesson is as vital to me now, as it was then. This is the article as I wrote it then, with some minor changes.

Mr. Frosty

"Mommy, Mr. Frosty is broken!," exclaimed my five year old daughter, Faith. I clipped the last tiny colored light bulb to a branch, and lifted the bough of the thick pine tree to see what she was doing. I could barely see my daughter through the branches and twinkling lights.

"Mr. Frosty?," I questioned, working my way around the Christmas tree.

Faith's legs straddled the box of carefully wrapped ornaments. "You know, my snowman ornament I made in kindergarten last year," she sniffed. She tenderly cradled the pieces of broken snowman in her hands. A tear crept a lonely path down her cheek, in spite of her efforts not to cry.

I remembered the day she brought her treasured ornament home. She was so proud of her work. Elaborately and lovingly crafted of styrofoam, felt, sticks and a sprinkling of glitter, Mr. Frosty was very special. Faith had immediately placed the ornament in a place of honor on the tree, eye level to a five year old, and directly in front.

I knelt down next to my daughter now. She gently handed me her broken treasure. "Mommy, you can fix him, can't you?," she asked. Her eyes were hopeful, trusting. I quickly assessed the damage, and assured her that a little glue would do the trick.

Moments later, Mr. Frosty was whole again. "I knew you could fix him, mommy. Thank you!" My daughter hugged me tightly, then was off to place her beloved snowman on her special branch.

Why can't my hurts be 'fixed' so quickly? I thought of my dad, who had died a few months before, and my mom, who had lost her battle with cancer six years earlier. Emptiness enveloped me as the holidays approached. Could I face the upcoming festivities without my dad? He had been my rock, and although I was grown with a daughter of my own, he was still there, encouraging and uplifting me, right up until the day he left us. How would I get through this season when I miss him so much?

I tried to take comfort from familiar family traditions, but they only seemed to emphasize my loss. I went through the motions of decorating the house and shopping for gifts, but the gloom which stubbornly lingered in my heart had stolen my joy.

Where are you, Lord? I am hurting and feel so alone. Why won't you take this pain away? I had begun to wonder if He heard me, if He even knew that I, like the fragile ornament, was "broken," and needed fixing.

Faith interrupted my thoughts, "Mommy, will you pick me up so I can reach the high branches? I want to put some ornaments up there."

As I lifted my daughter so that she could place her ornaments on the branches that she could not reach alone, I began to see that God was trying to show me something. In her child-like faith, my daughter had entrusted her precious Mr. Frosty to my capable hands, knowing that I could fix him. She turned to me again when she could not reach the higher branches, never doubting that I would lift her up so she could reach.

I realized, then, that while I had been praying and asking God to help me, I was not really trusting that He would do so. I saw that He had been there all along, waiting for me to let go so He could begin to heal me.

When we had finished the last bit of decorating, I carefully unwrapped each piece of the creche, while Faith arranged them under the tree. "Where's baby Jesus, Mommy?," Faith asked. I knelt beside my daughter in front of the familiar manger scene.

"We don't put Jesus into the manger until Christmas," I explained, "to remind us how empty our lives are without Him. Then, when we put Him in the manger to complete His family, we know that He will always be with us, too."

In the Bible it says that Jesus came that we might have life, and have it more abundantly. We just need to trust and have faith in Him and His timing. He brought that lesson home to me this Christmas, through the simple faith of a child.

Many years (over 20) have passed since I wrote that article, yet the lesson it held has transcended the years. Mr. Frosty has long since gone the way of a myriad other hand-crafted works of art. In my mind's eye, however, I can still see him, smiling at me from his perch of honor on the Christmas tree. Though the road of life hasn't always been smooth and easy, I always know that when my burden becomes too heavy, I can give my problems to God, and He will lift me up.

My granddaughter will soon be bringing little treasures home from preschool for her mommy and daddy to put on their Christmas tree. I hope she brings some to Nana and Papa, too!

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ftgfmom 7 years ago

I loved this story, and its so true. All we have to do is trust.


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emohealer 7 years ago from South Carolina

So beautiful, tears came to my eyes as I read. Some stories do transcend time as do lessons learned. How beautiful your daughters name being the very lesson you speak of. Just letting go, so simple, but in need of reminding.....Thank You!


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DoodleLyn 7 years ago from Upstate New York, USA Author

ftgfmom - Thank you. It seems such a simple thing, doesn't it? Yet sometimes we need reminding. thanks for stopping by.

emohealer - Thank you for reading my story, and your kind comments. I've learned a lot of lessons from my daughter as she was growing up...seems God likes to use children to teach us! Yes, we all need to be reminded now and again.


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Dottie1 7 years ago from MA, USA

Faith is the ability to not panic when the going gets tough and your story is a beautiful reminder that we can take our creator at his word to help us work through what troubles us, if we will only ask, trust and keep the faith. Wonderful hub...


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DoodleLyn 7 years ago from Upstate New York, USA Author

Hi Dottie,

Thank you for visiting and your kind comment. I really fought myself on publishing this one...kept trying to hit 'publish' and then not, for about two days before I figured Oh just do it! It's such a personal story, and I wasn't sure how people would take it. Sometimes we have to do what we're feeling called to do and not worry about any self-involvement. I finally did it because I thought He gave me this gift (to write) and these experiences so that others can grow from them, so I need to share them. So, my point in saying all that is, thank you for the encouragement.


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Ladybird33 7 years ago from Georgia USA

You have a wonderful gift! Keep it up! All my best.


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DoodleLyn 7 years ago from Upstate New York, USA Author

Ladybird - Thank you, you're very kind. I will keep it up, thank's for the encouragement. I'm glad you liked it.


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Dottie1 7 years ago from MA, USA

You are very welcome DoodleLyn. Aren't you happy now that you hit 'Publish'? It always seems harder than it truly is. I loved what you said in your comment, that "sometimes we have to do what we feel called to do and not worry about self involvement". How true! Take care!


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DoodleLyn 7 years ago from Upstate New York, USA Author

It's a daily struggle, isn't it? But yes, I am glad I hit 'Publish.' Just had to get out of my own way!


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WannaB Writer 7 years ago from Templeton, CA

I absolutely love your writing. I have been broken many times, but He has always helped me to heal. We still don't put the tree up since my son died in 1991. In a way, the tree was his special joy, and since we always celebrate somewhere else and our house is so small here, we've just never had a tree here. We just remember him in our hearts and all the happiness he brought us. During the past five years we've lost four more special people in our lives -- both our mothers, a close friend, and finally, our daughter this last May. He has sustained us through every loss and been with us in our brokenness. The past has taught us that healing comes and He will bring us through the process. I have also been writing about these very personal times and it has helped me work through the grief. Seemingly others are helped by reading how God works in our lives during the moments of pain. Thank you for sharing.


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DoodleLyn 7 years ago from Upstate New York, USA Author

I'm sorry for your losses, WannaB. You are so right, when we reach out from ourselves to use our gifts (writing) to help others, healing does come. Writing about our grief helps us work through it, and when others read our personal stories, they are lifted up, and comforted. I just figure that someone, somewhere, needs to hear this, because it was put on my heart to write it. Then I hit publish. Thank you so much for your kind comments. Blessings!


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megs78 7 years ago from quebec

What a beautiful story DoodleLyn! I was gulping back that huge lump while reading. Thank you for such an encouraging and comforting story about how we need to give it to God. Its difficult, but it always seems to work out when we have the strength to let go and trust Him. It is a continual lesson for me, so thanks for the reminder. Your writing is amazing and cuts to the heart of the soul. :)


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DoodleLyn 7 years ago from Upstate New York, USA Author

Thank you so much, megs. I really appreciate your kind comments. You're right, it is difficult to let go, but when we trust Him and give it to Him, He will always be there for us. Thank you for stopping by.


Christine Vivero 7 years ago

You have shared a wonderful story that many like me can relate to and find encouragement. And I like that thought about not putting baby Jesus in the manger before Christmas to show how empty and hopeless we are without the Savior Christ. Hope I could also share such a wonderful Hub.


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DoodleLyn 7 years ago from Upstate New York, USA Author

Hi Christine,

Thank you for your comments, and for stopping by to read my hubs. I look forward to seeing more from you on HubPages!


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skye2day 7 years ago from Rocky Mountains

Hi doodlelynn, This is the most wonderful, touching, heartfelt, joyful, well written hub. Can you guess I loved it? Thank you for being a light in these most difficult times. I will return my sister. You are a treasure.

Love Ya, Hugs

ps I have new hub Joy in the Lord check out when you have aminute

Cheerioo......


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DoodleLyn 7 years ago from Upstate New York, USA Author

I'm very flattered and touched by your comment, skye2day! thank you so much for your kindness. I am on my way to your hub.


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torconstantino 6 years ago from Maryland

I REALLY liked this hub, and I could relate to the hurt of losing my parents. My mom was killed in a car crash and my dad died two years later of a heart attack - both passed before their 63rd birthdays respectively. Regardless, thanks for the beautiful illustration.


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DoodleLyn 6 years ago from Upstate New York, USA Author

Torconstantino - Thanks so much for your comment. I have been away from HubPages for several months, as I have been building/maintaining a paper crafts blog. Recently, I have received comments from many people on my old hubs, including yours. Hmmm, this must be God's way of calling me back to writing. He has a way of doing that, doesn't He! So, thanks for the push, and encouragement. I'm coming back!


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ripplemaker 4 years ago from Cebu, Philippines

I felt a warm glow in my heart as I read this story of Faith, Frosty and Mom and God. Yes, in the circle of life, it is wonderful to know that we have God to go to. Thank you for a lovely way to start my day. Blessings. :)


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frogyfish 4 years ago from Central United States of America

What a heartwarming story of faith, hope, growth! You presented a timeless encouragement lesson for us all. Thank you.

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