Children and Spirituality
Child Psychologists tell us that even very young children ask the kind of questions that can only be called spiritual.
I have witnessed this first hand when our own son was five years-old and did what he did / does best. He started his rapid-fire questions. On this particular day, he wanted to know about Heaven. “Well, mom how will you know me when I die and we get to Heaven, will we look the same? (How come I didn’t think of that?) And what if I die first? (Things a parent definitely does not want to discuss) Who will be there to meet me if I die first? But our son was such at peace with that discussion.
Fast forward a few more years, that innocence begins to wane. The child needs a little more proof of God. So they grab a hold of the tangible or abstract and embrace what represents their faith. That is why the WWJD (What Would Jesus Do) or PUSH (Pray Until Something Happens) bracelets are so popular. It gives them / us something to hold onto; which reminds me of the story of the little boy and his father.
“So the Word became human and lived here on earth among us. He was full of unfailing love and faithfulness. And we have seen His glory, the glory of the only Son of the Father.” (John 1:14)
I heard the story of a little boy who was frightened one night during a big thunderstorm. Terrified, he called out from his room, “Daddy, I am scared!”
His father, not wanting to get out of bed, called back, “Don’t worry, Son. God loves you and will take care of you.”
There was a moment of silence. The little boy said, “I know God loves me, but right now, I need somebody who has skin on.”
Soon the older child becomes an adult, they focus more on Jesus Himself. What happens to us as adults that we lose the innocence and simplistic relationship with our Savior? We get into a role of rituals, expectations and performance.
And the stories continue:
Sometimes, our great and awesome God seems almost untouchable. But Jesus came. He was God with skin on, walking among us and showing us what God is like.
I think C. S. Lewis put it well: “The Son of God became a man that men might become sons of God.”
(Proverbs 22:6) “Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it”
Where does church fit in for the child? In the young child, the parents are the soul (I meant soul) role models. What are mom and dad doing? As the child grows older, their peers become their models. Good or bad! What is going on in the church for the youth? Are the people of the church helping raise and mold the young? Children are very pliable at this age and into their teens. Are we more focused on their appearance than their worth? Or do we love them right where they are?
In a sad state, my daughter is away at college. She worked fast food for some time. The day came when she told me that she did not like to work Sunday afternoon’s. I asked why of course. Hoping / praying she was going to say she needed to be in church! She said, “The people coming in from church are the rudest.” At an age where my daughter needs to be ministered to, I am heartbroken that this is the message she is receiving. For God is Love! (John 4) Are our children seeing “Church building love” only, in a world of hurt and brokenness? Does our mission end at the doors of the Church?
We are all looking for something, some proof, some hope, and some kind of tangible way to embrace our Savior, whether we are children, teens or adults. For, we are all His little children.
I thought about so many different areas of children and spirituality. I know that my daily encounters are extremely powerful as I deal with the dying. I try to describe it as standing at the doors of Heaven, handing someone over to God. It is beautiful mostly but painful when the journey is over for the families and yes, the children. And what happens with the children.
The children that may be dying and the child watching a parent go. Children do much better with death than adults. And children know when death is near! So many times as adults we try to protect the child. But the children have this connection with God that is so intimate because they just believe (that childlike faith). So, it is best to just be honest with them on their terms.
Children that are dying are at peace. They are well taken care of by the unseen (Heb 11:1). How do I know? Because, of the adults that tell me about the Angels with them, and the children have shared the same. Recently a close friend that recently passed on asked me not to sit in a particular chair. I asked why, and she looked at me as if I was crazy. “Well, because he is sitting there.” “Who”, I asked. “The Angel,” she replied.
If there is a child with a parent that is dying, I let the family decide how to broach the subject with their children but I do suggest honesty. For this situation will stay with the child for the remainder of their life. If not dealt with correctly, children will express their pain in different manifestations.
One more thing and the most important, children lives are very rich with questions and thoughts about God. They are like little sponges. It is our job to help culture, mold and make those lives as rich as possible inside and outside the church. We never know who we are ministering to. But one thing for sure, they are / we are His children.
We are all looking for the same thing…Jesus.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Children and Spirituality
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Connie Barris
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3 Little Hearts from You...
Labels: Angels, Believing God, My Hospice Journey, The Truth
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Can You Help Me Up?
(1 kings 19:11-12) The LORD said, "Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by." Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.
“Why me God?” for I am not worthy; and these are the tears I cried as I realized what was unfolding before me. I ask God often why He puts me in these places of His holiness. I question my value. I just don’t have the answer. Nor does God stop putting me on journies that include His Holy Ground.
Moments before, my patient asked for help. “Please help me get up there.” He was pointing to the ceiling. At first, I thought he wanted up in the bed so I repositioned him. He smiled at me and said, “No, I mean up there.” Soon, I began to appreciate what he meant. The day before, we had prayed to our Lord for His will to be done. And now it was “time”.
I asked my patient what I could do to help him. Again, he pointed “up” and said, “I need to go.” I sat next to him, held his hand and then I said, “It’s ok for you to go now. We are here with your daughter and we have taken care of everything. "You can go rest now.” He nodded and smiled. He slowly closed his eyes.
I was gone from the house only 4 minutes when the call came. I was actually standing at the door of my next patient. The daughter cried, “Dad is gone, can you come back.” My next patient even said, “I will be praying for you and your family.”
Thoughts ran through my mind. I had been standing in the middle of Heavenly angels that had come to take my sweet patient Home. I guess I see it now looking back. A whole other world around me that sometimes makes me feel totally helpless. I felt sadness that I might have missed something Supernatural. Should I have pondered longer in these moments?
What could I have done different?
When I returned, I prayed over my patient. With gladness, he is Home now!
God knew my struggling heart, in that He sent me a message. As I got in my jeep to leave, a strong aroma of Gardenia’s passed me in a gentle breeze. “I am Home. Thank you.”
God had sent me a message letting me know that nothing we do is in vain.
We are all a sweet fragrance of His Son in all we do in His name…
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Connie Barris
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1:54 PM
5 Little Hearts from You...
Labels: Angels, My Hospice Journey(names changed to protect privacy), My Journey, supernatural
Sunday, November 16, 2008
God Tucks His Little Ones Into Bed
"When I think my bed will comfort me" (Job 7:13)
I was lying in bed praying for my family as I do every night. I was thinking about my daughter that is away at school and I couldn’t get her off my mind. I remembered back when she was little and the special moments when I would tuck her into bed.
I tossed and turned for a long time that evening but the Holy Spirit kept tugging at my heart. I finally decided to get out of bed and just call my daughter. It was almost 11:00p.m., but I was sure she would still be awake. Good ol’ college life, this had to be early, right?!
She answered on the first ring, “Are you alright, mom?” She knows that 99% of the time I am long asleep at this point. Yes darling’, I am just fine but I was just thinking about you.
“Uh huh.” Mumbles my daughter.
“I really wanted to tell you how much I love you and I want you to consider this your bedtime tucking in like I used to do when you were a little girl.” And I kind of snickered.
(Silence.) I thought maybe she hung up on me.
“Sweet heart, are you there?” I asked.
“Yes, mom but you will never believe this. I was lying in the bed, praying and wishing you were here to tuck me in the bed like you used to when I was a little girl.
“WOW”, we both said at the same time.(God is so good, ALL THE TIME.)
That night, I tucked in my baby girl as she prayed for her momma via airspace…
God’s Angels heard the call of a tender spirit that has not outgrown the love of her mom.
In the same sense, do we ever outgrow the need for the love of our Heavenly Father?
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Connie Barris
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3:02 PM
15 Little Hearts from You...
Labels: Angels, Believing God, Chyenne, faith, My Journey, our family, supernatural
Friday, October 24, 2008
A Choir Of Angels
The past few days have been hard. I have lost a long time patient that grew close to my heart.
You see, several years ago she lost the ability to speak. So she talked to me with her eyes. And they spoke volumes, they spoke love. And oh, that beautiful smile of hers.
Last week she took my hand, squeezed it and uttered, “I love you.” I knew then she would not be with us much longer. That was her “Good-bye.”
My last words were I will take care of you. And I kept my promise. I kept her vigil. She died peacefully.
I prayed… or was it Him…Jesus?
I have another patient that I have drawn so close to. She took a turn for the worse last night. (When it rains, it pours.) I made her a promise, “I will take care of you.” ( a little pattern here.)
This morning her eyes said it all, “I’m ready to go.” But I don’t want her to, in my own selfishness. She kept smiling and comforted me and her daughter. Something definitely wrong with this picture. I’m the Hospice Nurse, right?
I will keep my promise. I will now go on call 24/7 for her. I will….. oh… Jesus will… right, I am only a vessel of His Almighty…
Last night, one of our patients passed. The daughter was asleep. She awoke to the most beautiful sounding choir of music she had ever heard. She really could not articulate the sound of music she was hearing. It was unique, it was exquisite.
She went through the house looking for the radio playing the music. Nothing was on, not even the TV. She came to her mom’s room. There she stood and what she saw took her breath for she saw that her mom had gone home with Jesus.
The Choir of Angels had come to get her. And she had been a witness to her Saviors loving return.
"Yes, I will take care of you", sayeth the Lord. (Deut 31:6)
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Connie Barris
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9:17 AM
12 Little Hearts from You...
Labels: Angels, faith, My Hospice Journey(names changed to protect privacy), My Journey, supernatural
Friday, October 17, 2008
An Angel's Resting Place
(Psalm 131:2) " But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me."
One thing I have learned about babies and children is that when they are dying they are NOT afraid. There is a tremendous assurance of peace in knowing that they will be OK. They trust their Abba totally in that He will be there waiting on he or she. And as they rest in the arms of their mom, dad, grandparents and other loved ones, they just believe!
They believe with a vast child-like faith that our Papa speaks of. The ultimate peace Abba refers to but we only dream of. "...great will be Your children's peace." (Isaiah 54:13)
Last night at the funeral home, I walked in and mom came over and held me with out any words spoken. Only tears. There really wasn't anything to say. This body language, these tears are a universal language in itself. Mom's (Dad's, grandparent's, etc ) know this language. Although, we wish we did not.
As I went to the grandmother, I just looked at her and said, "I just don't know what to say. I can't even imagine your pain. What can I do?"
Tears... again -- were said.
Finally--we talked about the casket. I told her I had never seen one so small and beautiful. It was so pure, so white. Much like an Angel's Resting Place. I then went onto say, Angels don't die. They live forever. Just as Baby N is now doing. "...they can no longer die; for they are like the angels" (Luke 20: 36)
I did tell her that I would not say, "He is no longer suffering or better off... I told her that this whole thing stinks.. and I asked if she had asked why yet? or if she was angry? Then finally somewhere we managed to laugh about some silly off the wall things.
She said she thought she would live to die and one day see her grandson again.
For the time we drudge on until we too find our Angel's Resting Place!
I don't tell you all enough how much I love and appreciate you... I am going to try and catch up on my blog reading and posting... I am sooooo far behind... but thank you for your faithfulness
I love you all dearly
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Connie Barris
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6:43 PM
9 Little Hearts from You...
Labels: Angels, My Hospice Journey(names changed to protect privacy), My Journey, supernatural
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
PrAy FoR TaYlOr

Following in my sisters and my dad's as well as Taylors own dads footsteps.
Taylor, now is on his own path of life that has been laid out before him by our precious God. Taylor is following his heart.
Please pray for him. And please pray for my sister and brother-in-law and all our family while he is gone...serving our country. Pray for safety and whatever God puts on your heart.
We miss him.
He left several days before our dad passed away.

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Connie Barris
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5:29 PM
11 Little Hearts from You...
Labels: Angels, faith, Lynn's family, My Journey
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Hogan's Guardian Angel
(Luke 24:23)”…they had seen visions of angels…”
Our son was born with an Angel. When he was a few months old, he would look to the corner of the room and smile the biggest smile. We decided he must be playing with his Angel.
Years went by and our son grew older. His wisdom has always been far beyond his young years. And yes, I do mean wisdom of the world but also spiritually. He will ask questions that leave me speechless, Like “If I die first, who will meet me in Heaven?” But more importantly, he is a child that has followed his own heart---a heart that has heard his calling of his Heavenly Father.
When Hogan was four years-old, I heard quite a commotion going on in our bathroom. I stepped back in to find a little boy covered in bubbles holding his hand over his heart. “What son?” I asked. “Mom, I have Jesus in my heart.” Tears…..
Fast forward one year, we are at a Bibleman show. I looked at my five year-old son on occasions. He was so mesmerized. At the end of the show, they had an altar call. I was about to gather up and was talking to my sister. I turned back around to get Hogan and he was gone. Panic! I thought he’s been kidnapped. And then it hit me. I walked up to the altar. And there he was on his knees. I put my hand on his shoulder and knelt down with him. He turned to me and said, “Mom, I told you last year, I have Jesus in my heart.” I can’t write this now without crying. But our family went through baptism classes shortly after this.
Mothers Day, his daddy baptized him into the family of his Heavenly Father.
This story shows you the kind of spirit our son has. Of course, he’s all boy and does all boy things. So don’t get me wrong. Don’t we all? Recently, our son became an acolyte for the church. This was his first time. This is where the young boys and girls carry the light of Jesus Christ into the church then out into the world at the end of the service.
Our son was beyond nervous. He does not like to stand up and do things in front of people. Period. So he wanted us to pray for peace. All weekend. So we did.
Church came. It was time. No doubt, our prayers were answered. Hogan’s angel from birth was there and helped Hogan walk through this like a pro. He was at peace so much that I looked back and there was Hogan, swinging the candle stick like a baseball bat. Now I’m sure there were a few elders about to have a heart attack. But I’m sure Hogan has a young energetic Angel. Sorry elders of the church. But he eventually did catch my eye. The momma eye!! And he quit.
How did I know the Angel was there? I didn’t until I developed my pictures and saw a perfect light and outline of angel wings.
So even when boys will be boys or girls being girls….
Amidst us are our own guardian angels --maybe you will have a chance to meet him / her.

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Connie Barris
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5:31 AM
12 Little Hearts from You...
Labels: Angels, Hogan, supernatural