The Faith as a Grain of Mustard Seed- and a Child

I walked outside to find Pierce (5) staring at the mountains with a perplexed look on his face.  I asked him what was wrong, and he replied, "The mountains aren't falling down." What? So when I asked about that, he said, "I prayed to Jesus to make the mountains fall down 'cause I want to see that." 

Thank you, mountains, for not obeying the whim of a five-year-old boy. Whew.