Who's the Boss?

Last night as Luke sat in time-out on the stairs for not being willing to wash his hands, he said, "I am the mommy and the daddy. I am the boss." I couldn't help but laugh. Later that evening, I reminded him he was not the boss as we washed those grimy little hands. Today I wondered how often I say that to God. I make claims that I am the boss and in charge. No, He is the Daddy. He is the boss. Hopefully I will obey him and not face the consequences. But He will get His ultimate will eventually.

Nothing exposes my own sin more than a three-year-old.