There's something about little kids and their fierce independence. I was hanging out with friends and their two-year-old daughter, who was determined to put on her vest by herself. She got one arm in just fine but struggled with the other, missing the hole every time. Even when I offered to help, she just  said, "No, why would I want help from you?" It took her a dozen tries before she finally gave up, spinning in circles.

It was pretty funny, but it made me think: isn’t this just like us with God? How often do we insist, “Nope, I got it,” while He’s waiting to lend a hand?