After I finished cutting my hair, the bathroom floor was covered with clumps of it scattered all over the place. I go get the broom and dust pan and head back to the bathroom to begin the cleanup process. My 2 year old son, Aidan, discovers what I am doing and, as usual, wants to help. I tell him to wait since the floor is a real mess and I don't want him to get hair all over himself. He leaves and I begin sweeping. He comes back with a stiff-bristle scrub brush broom that we use to scrub the kitchen floor with a determined look on his face. Once again I have to tell him to wait just a minute for me to finish sweeping and then he can come in and help. This answer does not please him for he immediately begins to cry with large tears as if he is in some sort of great pain. Had he been able to understand what I was doing and waited just a few more minutes, he would have been able to come in and help scrub the floor after the hair was all swept up. I knew that he was trying to use the wrong type of broom for the mess, but he, of course, did not understand that.
I wonder if that is how we react to God. We rush in trying to help our own way and using the wrong "broom" and generally getting "in God's way." When God is telling me to wait, my response should be to humbly wait on Him. Otherwise I'll probably just end up making an even bigger mess and then end up having to ask God to fix it anyway.
