My Dad's favorite story to tell about me must have started when I was five. He came home every night from work and asked if I needed help with my homework. I never let him help me.
"No, Daddy. I can do it."
Sure, I'm a pretty independent girl who works hard. He thinks the story highlights those qualities.
Maybe not. The more I think about the story, the more I see other traits that aren't so great. Stubbornness. The need for control.
Lately, God's thrown a lot of obstacles my way and I've handled them the best I could. But, the stress has definitely taken a toll on me and I haven't been the nicest person to be around.
I'm finally ready to admit it.
No, Father, I can't do it. I need Your help on this and I know You'll be there for me. Instead of worrying and trying to bend every problem to my will, I'm ready to let go and let You take care of me and my family.
I've said it. Now, I need to do it. :-)
*Please pray for my Mom who is facing several surgery to correct back problems that are causing her severe pain.
