I cannot complete my calling in my strength.
When my oldest daughter was about five, she liked to “help” me cook dinner. She would place her little hand on my Pampered Chef chopper and lightly press it down a few times (sometimes the blade would even touch the vegetables). Then I would place my hand on top of hers, whack the veggies hard and fast, and viola- results! She would look up at me with a satisfied smile, “I did it!”
Recently I heard someone say that every day is “Take Your Child to Work Day” for God. I love that. He doesn’t need me. But sometimes, if I am willing, He lets me put my hand on the chopper and play some small part in what He is accomplishing.