The other day, at lunch, my daughter spilled her milk on the table. "Uh-oh!" she said trying to find something to clean it up with.
Before she could could get to it, I grabbed my napkin and said "Don't worry, I've got it."
It hit me right then.
That's how God our father is. I can't count the amount of times He has swooped into one of my accidents and cleaned it up as if to say "Don't worry, I've got it."
So thankful for a God who doesn't cry over spilled milk ;)
