We often refer to God as our Father — a kind, loving, but at times, stern parent.
This morning I find myself wondering if God is that parent who taught us through love and discipline, what he thinks of me now that “I’ve all grown up.” Hasn’t he given me all the tools I need to deal with just about anything that comes my way? Instead of my constant pleas for comfort and help, wouldn’t he want to hear from me just once, “Dad, I’ve got this? Thanks for your offer to help, but you’ve done enough already.” We love hearing words like such from our own children. Wouldn’t God be as proud of me as I am of my own children these days?
I’m not suggesting that we all don’t need God. We do in so many ways. But there are also times when he probably thinks, “Son, time to button your chin strap and play this game on your own.”
Well her goes, nothing, “God, I’ve got this. I hope I make you proud.”