I Did It My Way

My 3-year-old grandson knelt beside his bed to say his goodnight prayers.  “Bless Mommy and Daddy; Grandpa and Grandma; my baby brother, my uncles and aunts; and all the jet pilots in the world.  And Jesus, please help Mommy and Daddy to obey me.  Amen.”

I am certain God, the Father chuckled over this little boy’s prayer just as did we.  And now, in his teens my grandson still begs, pleads, reasons, argues and debates with his folks, trying to fulfill that childish prayer.  I guess we all do to some extent.  We try to make God’s will confirm to ours.  We pray, “Daddy-God, this is what I want and how I want it, now obey me.”  And when He doesn’t we pout, fuss and cast aspersions on His love for us.  We want our way and we want it now!

Several years ago, the song, “I Did It My Way,” became Frank Sinatra’s signature.  To me, there’s something sad about that.   To think I know what is best for me when I haven’t a clue what will happen in my life an hour, a day, or a week from now, when the Father sees every moment in my life from my 9 months in my mother’s womb to my first gray hair and tomorrow’s great adventure.  Frankly, I don’t think I want to do anything my way.  My record for making wise choices isn’t so great.  Instead of demanding God do what I believe is right in the face of illness, financial loss, job change, church and government politics, if only I could always remember to pray, “Teach me to do Your will, for you are my God; may Your good Spirit lead me to level ground.”  Psalm 142:10 NIV

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