Who's Story is it?

I love working with Kings Kids each Sunday. At five years old, they can still teach volumes. Yesterday Tiffany gathered them all around and started to show the first flashcard about a Shepard. As she started her lesson, one hand popped up to say that they though the story was about a lost lamb. “No, not a lost lamb”, she said and continued on. Another hand went up just a minute or two more into the story to say what they thought the story would be about. Each time she would stop the story and say patiently, “No, just listen and you will find out.”
Each one wanted to come up with the ending. I chuckled, but God seemed to say to me in that moment, “Aren’t you like that?” Always wanting to know the end of the story and control how the story will go?
For those of you that know my life story, it did not go as I thought. Not because the Lord messed up things, but because I wanted to tell the story at times and made a mess of it. When I finally put my “hands down” and let Him lead the story, He was able create beauty from the ashes I had created. I’m thankful for a God of second chances.