When I saw her coming down, scissors in hand (incorrectly) I hurried up the stairs and stopped her. I asked her to give me the scissors so I could show her how to hold them correctly and not get hurt. She refused. I asked again. She refused. I grabbed the scissors. She pulled away. I pulled them out of her hand. She stormed off in tears to her room. I called after her to no avail. So, I took the scissors to my room and told her to come talk to me when she is ready to learn how to hold them correctly.
A few minutes later she came in and started scrounging around (trying to find the scissors). I asked if she was ready to learn and she fussed at my and stormed out again. Another minute later she came in tears and mad, but asking if I would show her how to hold the scissors.
So I showed her the different ways and different dangers in holding them. Then I showed her how to hold them correctly, first in my hand, then in hers. Then she was free to go do her project.
As I reflected on the incident, I couldn't help but think that's how
Can you see where this is going?
I have to trust God--both as the know-er, and as the one who is benevolent toward me. I have to be humble and accept (sometimes ask) for help. Not because I'm incapable. In fact, quite the opposite. I'm very capable, I just need direction sometimes.