I'm bent outa shape!

Now, speaking of mans’ innate bent towards self…my mom bought the g-kids a toy with some little parts. On the way home the youngest lost one of those iddy biddy parts and there was a bit of drama. I wasn’t going to pull over because of a ‘fit’ so I suggested that he pray for God to help him find it.

The little guy shot the big Guy an S-O-S. Upon the toy part NOT dropping from the sky he says, “See, God won’t help me!” I just shook my head and kept driving. A few minutes later, he found the iddy biddy part and shouted out the fact. I commented, “Let’s thank God for that!”

“Uh-uh,” he rebutted, “I’m the one that found it!” And I thought, ‘Oh no, he didn’t just say that?’ I still gave God thanks for answering his prayer under my breath and shook my head in defeat. The teaching moment long passed, and the whole episode stirred a thought about our previous go-cart ride at the Plex.

While go-carting with the older nephew, I had to be the driver. He is the older of the two, but he still wasn’t old enough to drive the go-cart. We rode in a two-seater that had two steering wheels. I felt bad that the ‘lil guy wasn’t able to drive, so every turn he made I tried to mimic. It probably paled in comparison to being behind the ‘real’ wheel, but he didn’t know the difference. Besides, it was the only safe alternative.

The other safe alternative is that God in His omniscience doesn’t give me the steering wheel of my life. Like my younger nephew, I pray and then at times think I actually had something to do with it coming to fruition. Or say, “I prayed and see what happened.” At times I may think I’m steering, but I shouldn’t kid myself. He’s too smart for that. And as for mans’ innate bent towards self…I think those ‘lil sweet thangs are born with it! I sure was!