"You're the best builder in the world." That's what my daughter said. To me. Before you start laughing, allow me to acknowledge my deficiency in the area of building. But in this case, I actually felt like I knew what I was doing.
Never mind that that I was only building a bunk bed...with pre-drilled holes...and easy-to-follow instructions...and that it took me 4 hours. Never minding all that, my accomplishment looked fairly impressive. After all, I only had to re-do a couple of steps, and that was due to the instructions being faulty...seriously.
As my wife watched, she reminded me several times that our oldest daughter would be on the top bunk and that our baby would be underneath her. I guess she's seen some of the other things I've built. But my confidence would not be shaken. After all, I was using my drill. What could possibly go wrong? (The answer is nothing as my daughters have slept safely and soundly for 3 nights at the time of this writing.)
My daughter said I was the best builder in the world. She suggested that I challenge a well-known builder to a bunk-bed building contest because, as she assured me, I would win. Never mind that the guy she suggested I challenge could whittle a better bed out of one piece of wood in the same time it took me to arrange all the pre-drilled pieces.
My daughter believes in me. I know someday she'll know better than to praise my mastery of carpentry, but for now it feels good. It seems to me that if I had the same amount of faith in God that my children do in me, I would see a lot more amazing things. My girls never doubted my ability to make them something safe to sleep in. I say I trust God, yet my nights are all too often interrupted by to-do lists, worries, and fears.
How about you? Who are you placing your trust in? David, in Psalm 20:7, wrote that “some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God.”
The fact is that I'm not even a fraction of the carpenter that Jesus is. He actually is the best Builder in the world.
Never mind that that I was only building a bunk bed...with pre-drilled holes...and easy-to-follow instructions...and that it took me 4 hours. Never minding all that, my accomplishment looked fairly impressive. After all, I only had to re-do a couple of steps, and that was due to the instructions being faulty...seriously.
As my wife watched, she reminded me several times that our oldest daughter would be on the top bunk and that our baby would be underneath her. I guess she's seen some of the other things I've built. But my confidence would not be shaken. After all, I was using my drill. What could possibly go wrong? (The answer is nothing as my daughters have slept safely and soundly for 3 nights at the time of this writing.)
My daughter said I was the best builder in the world. She suggested that I challenge a well-known builder to a bunk-bed building contest because, as she assured me, I would win. Never mind that the guy she suggested I challenge could whittle a better bed out of one piece of wood in the same time it took me to arrange all the pre-drilled pieces.
My daughter believes in me. I know someday she'll know better than to praise my mastery of carpentry, but for now it feels good. It seems to me that if I had the same amount of faith in God that my children do in me, I would see a lot more amazing things. My girls never doubted my ability to make them something safe to sleep in. I say I trust God, yet my nights are all too often interrupted by to-do lists, worries, and fears.
How about you? Who are you placing your trust in? David, in Psalm 20:7, wrote that “some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God.”
The fact is that I'm not even a fraction of the carpenter that Jesus is. He actually is the best Builder in the world.
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