Kids love to try things on their own.
They see you do something one time, and all of a sudden they’re ready to take over. They may not really know how to do it yet, but that doesn’t stop them. They saw Mom do it, or Dad do it, or Grandpa do it, and now they’re saying, “Let me, let me.”
And I get it, because I think I carried that same thing right into adulthood.
Maybe I don’t say it out loud, but I sure do live that way sometimes. “Let me handle this. Let me figure it out. Let me make the plan. Let me fix it.” And then I wonder why I feel tired, frustrated, or unsure of what step to take next.
All along, God has been offering a better way.
Psalm 37:23–24 says, “The Lord directs the steps of the godly. He delights in every detail of their lives; though they stumble, they will never fall, for the Lord holds them by the hand.”
I love that picture.
God doesn’t just point from a distance and say, “Good luck.” He directs our steps. He cares about the details. And even when we stumble, He is close enough to hold us by the hand.
That tells me I don’t have to guess my way through life.
I can ask Him.
So I’m trying to move from “Let me, let me” to “Show me, show me.”