"Here you go Mommy."
I get that a lot. And generally that’s followed by a handful of trash. It might be an apple core, a broken toy, a half eaten sandwich, a gun wrapper, already chewed gum, or any other type of rubbish. There’s nothing like receiving trash because your child doesn’t want to deal with it herself. “Thaaaaanks” is about the only reply I have.
Today, I had one of those “ah ha” moments and realized, that’s a lot like what we do to God. We break stuff, we use what we want, we pull off the undesirable parts and then we hand it to go and say, “Here, it can be yours now.” We might want a solution (like fixing a broken toy a.k.a. situation) or we might simply not want to deal with our rubbish ourselves. So instead we give it to God.
I wish I could say I’m more mature in my faith than this, but the reality is, I do this on a regular basis. I tire of something, or I break it, or I don’t find it useful or whatever the case may be, and so I readily dump it in God’s lap. “Ok, it’s your problem now. You take care of it.” I’m not sure I have a great solution to this habit, but I imagine it will start with an awareness of it. If I can acknowledge what I’m doing, maybe I can stop and think before I dare a hand-off…
Could I fix it?
Could I get rid of it myself?
Does it really need God’s hand or am I just being lazy?