Today I discovered a leak in our toilet. Water was dripping off of a bolt that connects the upper tank with the bowl. After a quick assessment of what needed to be done, I told Parker that I needed to get my tools so I could fix the toilet. By the time I had gone to the garage and gotten back with my toolbox, Parker had managed to run downstairs, retrieve his bucket of tools and dump them all over the bathroom floor. As I began the simple process of tightening the bolts, Parker proceeded to use his plastic hammer on every square inch of toilet he could find. Even though he was kind of in the way and wasn’t really doing anything to help the leak, he was proud to be with me.
I can’t help but think of all the things I do to try to “help” God. After all, I’m really not that different from Parker. I get in God’s way. I think a hammer will do a wrench’s job. And I’m too proud to notice or care.
I suppose that’s not entirely a bad thing. I mean, I really enjoyed spending the time with Parker. And I think God probably appreciates our desire to join in with Him. But I guess the key is remembering that His way is ideal and ours are….well, number #2.