Are you God?

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So the other morning I was reading our daily Bible story. (The books by Stephen Elkins are highly recommended! Short stories, adorable illustrations, and a matching song. I digress.) We were reading about God, naturally, and Isabella asked, "Mommy, are you God?" "No, honey, I'm not," I answered and moved on.
But I've been rolling that one around in my head for a while. Don't I assume God's role sometimes? As one who provides food and clean clothes, who calms the fears, heals the boo-boo, schedules the days, teaches the lessons, hands out the discipline, and gets us all over the place, doesn't it seem like I have the control, the power? I am a control freak by nature. I like to know what's going on and what's coming next. So sometimes being able to pull the strings on our lives and run the show is a thrill. Problem? Solved. Issue? Handled. Playdate? Played. Maybe it's a problem all moms deal with and maybe it's just me. Do we all feel like god with the power to run our lives?
Now, theologically I know that I have no power and provide nothing-it all comes from God's hand. I don't truly provide our food-that's God. I can only patch a boo-boo; God is the ultimate Healer. And I can calm Isabella down when "there's funder in my window!" but only God can calm the storm.
So it's a daily struggle to realize that I'm not God in my world. I can't do anything on my own. I'm not the one in control as much as I'd like to think I am. In reality I've just been chosen to lead these little ones to Him, entrusted with my children's hearts. I'm a shepherd, a manager, a John the Baptist: I'm not the main event, I'm just pointing the way to the One so so SO much greater than I am.
Just a little something for me to remember.