I’ve got a two year-old daughter named Charis who loves to ‘help’ her dad.
When I’m getting ready for work in the morning, I hand her my socks and she ‘helps’ me by holding them until I’m ready to put them on.
She ‘helped’ me rake leaves the other day by dragging her rake through a pile I had already made and spreading the leaves throughout the yard.
When I see Charis helping me, I get a little glimpse of what our service to God is like. Paul said:
?…work out your own salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure.? (Philippians 2:12-13)
When Charis helps me, she is working with all her might. But in reality, I’m the one doing everything. I hand her the socks. I put them on my feet. And then I applaud her and thank her when I’m done.
We work with all our might, and yet it’s God who is at work in us. And He delights in our work. I’m grateful for grace, aren’t you?
What do kids teach you about the grace of God?