When Big Girl and Little Girl were young, they would play house, babies, school, all sorts of imaginary things that little girls love to do. Once in a while, when Big Girl would get a little too bossy I would hear Baby Girl yell, “You are not the boss of me.”
And I hear God this morning, gently telling me, “Hey, you are not the boss of me.”
And just maybe I have gotten a little bossy…..
Telling Him where I should be…….
Telling Him how I should serve….
Telling Him my preferences for ministry…………
What I am capable of, what is beneath me, what is too difficult for me……………….
I have sent Him directives and instructions and called it prayer. I have stipulated and qualified how I will use my gifts.
And finally, He says,” Hey, you are not the boss of me.”
How about I just take what you give me from Your hand? How about I serve where you place me? How about I quit playing God? How about I start listening instead of trying to order the God of the Universe around?
I’m not the boss of Him, no not at all.