My 10-month-old loves nothing more than to climb stairs. He started climbing 30 minutes after he started crawling three months ago. Regardless of the eight gazillion toys in our house for him, he would much rather, with a sneaky little grin on his face, crawl over to the stairs as fast as he can and try to get as high on the stairs as he can before I grab him. Some days I feel like all I do is go over to the stairs, pick him up and redirect him to where he should be and what he should be doing.
I can't help but think God has to do the same thing with me. All. The. Time. Of course I know that I should be keeping my eyes on Him and it is much safer to rely on him as opposed to my "wisdom".
But instead, I worry. I think about all of the reasons why this may not work out and all of the things that can go wrong. And I focus my attention on people who I really shouldn't.
As much as I love these girls, I know that God loves them even more. And he has had all of our lives planned out from the day of creation. I guess he really doesn't need my help! Someone shared the quote with me recently that "Gods plan for you is the one you would choose for yourself if you knew all the facts".
I am really needing to trust in that these days and needing to put all of my faith in this plan. When I think about it it is so ridiculous that I could think me, with my such limited knowledge and perspective, could think I know what is best.
As I get ready to start my day today, I am going to make a deliberate effort to be where I should be. In that safe spot, away from the stairs. Hopefully I can be a little wiser than my 10-month-old and not need to be taken off the dangerous stairs Every two minutes.