Oops, did I say 'my' ways are better than Yours?

How many times have you told your children (or child) I'll do that, or let me take care of that- just to have them do it anyways and make a huge mess? For example: the pouring of the milk-- any mom knows about this one. It's breakfast time. Your child wants Fruit Loops and sneaks into the kitchen unnoticed. You walk into the kitchen to find he/she looking up at you with those big beautiful eyes and saying 'I just wanted to help' as milk spreads all over the kitchen floor.
Oh, and then there's the 'I can dress myself!!' Go ahead and take a seat parents, because this could take awhile. Oh, and make sure that you are near by because most likely they will need to be caught as they fall backwards trying to pull on those jeans, or they may need some help untangling their head from that hole that seems WAY to small in that shirt they are so desperately trying to pull on.
Now, my son is nine so (Thank God) he is fairly capable of pouring his own cereal and milk and handles dressing in the morning pretty good, but that doesn't mean he's exempt from all this. Lately he thanks he can carry in ALL the groceries and don't get me wrong I so appreciate the help, but when he is determined to carry 10 bags on each arm down 20 stairs to our duplex I have to protest-- Yes you have big muscles Matthew, and yes I appreciate the help, but just let me get some PLEASEEEE. 'Why the pleading' you ask--- well, have you ever picked up scattered groceries from your front lawn? Yeah, I didn't think so!!

I am super blessed that my son wants to help, and yes there are many things he can do and needs to do to develop his independence and skills, but there are so many things that I am perfectly okay with helping him on. I wonder how many things right now I am trying to do on my own that the Lord is saying-- 'honey, let me handle this pleeease'
And what does my "no thank you, I can do it myself" really mean?
The way I grip certain things and refuse to surrender them to the Father may be a petition to prove my capabilities, but even so-- what does God expect us to prove to Him?, or maybe, just maybe, I don't trust Him. Maybe I think that I want things my way, and His way will be too hard or too long or too whatever,
oh, but look at the messes--- so many messes I have made, so many things I have made WAY harder then they really have to be and all the while He's saying
I'd really like to help you
or even better
I'd really like to handle this for you Beloved.
I really want to come to a place where I can hear Him clearly when He says -- this one is 100% for Me to handle. Wow!! How much easier would my life be-- how much more peaceful and joyful!
Now I know that there are hard things that sometimes we have to walk out with Him-- my divorce was one of them-- believe me, I understand those times, but why the heck would we walk out something that He wants to take care of Himself? There are enough things He has called us to use these muscles on-- I don't want to waste them on things that He has asked me to surrender and just trust! Especially those things that I have no control over in the first place even though I still am looking for a way to pour out this impossibly heavy thing of milk, or put these cloths on that simply don't fit, or carry that heavy load that is WAY to big for me to carry.
Whatever 'it' may be I just simply what the discernment to know when to walk it out and carry it with Him and when to just let Him have it ALL.

His ways are WAY better than mine.
Let me say that one more time:
HIS WAYS ARE WAY BETTER THAN MINE!!!