Amy was sitting at her desk doing math homework when her little sister walked in. "I want to write numbers, too," said Lisa, who was only four years old. She wanted to be like her big sister. Amy smiled and carefully wrote the numbers from one to ten on a sheet of notebook paper. Then she took Lisa's hand and helped her begin to write. "One . . . two . . ."
Lisa pulled her hand away. "I can do it," she said.
"Okay," said Amy, and she went back to her homework. She had just finished her last problem when Lisa began to cry. "What's wrong?" asked Amy. Lisa shoved her paper away. Her numbers were jumbled on the paper, many of them unrecognizable. "Let me help you," suggested Amy, bending down to take Lisa's hand again.
"No!" Lisa pulled away and grabbed the paper. "I want to do it myself," she insisted.
"Okay," said Amy, "but I'm finished with my work, and I'm going to get a drink. I'll be back in a little while."
When Amy left the room, she saw that her mother was sorting clothes in the family room. "I tried to help Lisa write her numbers, Mom, but she won't let me," said Amy. "She'd rather cry because she can't do it than let me help her."
Mom smiled. "I guess we all need to learn to accept help," she said, handing Amy some towels to fold. After working silently a few moments, Mom added thoughtfully, "Sometimes we're a lot like Lisa. Her numbers didn't turn out right when she didn't let you guide her, and our decisions often don't turn out right when we don't ask God for help and let Him guide us."
"How does He do that?" asked Amy.
"Through His Word and through people He brings into our lives-and through the prompting of His Spirit in our hearts and minds," replied Mom.
Amy nodded as she finished folding the towels. "Yeah-I'll try to remember that," she said, "and I guess I'll go see if Lisa has changed her mind and wants help now."