I am not God

I am not God. Simple, straightforward, duh! But it was a revelation this morning as I went through my litany of prayer gripes. You know as you are asking God to hold your loved one in the palm of His hand, but you can't resist saying, "And while you are, I am sick and tired of so-and-so". You are struggling with yourself, because it is not your business, but it affects you, you hate to see them hurt, wouldn't they be happier if. The list goes on and on. But as I began to roll the footage, the words came to me "I am not God!" I am not God. I have no control, neither do I want to. I don't want the responsibility so why and I strapping it on my stooped shoulders. For that fact, I couldn't fix it if I tried. My fixing would be a band-aid on a festering wound or a bow on a really ticked warthog. Not effective or appreciated. So I am off the hook. I am not God! I read so many statements about the freedom of the Christian faith. I really get ticked off. I don't understand what they mean, really. But today I do. I am not God and I have no business handling, worrying about, fixing, or cajoling the people and situations in my life. Hallelujah (As in the Messiah chorus)