How much of this am I doing to God?

Mistrusting Him, His motives?

Maligning His character?

((Changing His words because my vocabulary isn’t big enough – that’s for you, auto-change “feature.”))

Trying to fit things into my understanding, my preference, even the yuck I’ve become accustomed to in life’s harshness?

Throwing a temper tantrum or pout-fest when He’s trying to do something nice?

Releasing my arm from His as we walk, not realizing He’s trying to keep me upright, and certainly not wanting to need His support.

How many times did Jesus have to find another way to meet His objectives, because others kept interrupting with theirs?

How many times has He patiently listened while we spout off the same litany of complaints…again…?

How often do we assert “we’ll do this, then SQUIRREL!” …and within a moment, we’re doing something opposite, maybe even resenting His gentle intrusion.

My greatest prayer at the moment: Don’t let me become one of -those- people.