Just a thought.

I like to catch myself saying things to my kids and then realize that God sometimes says the very same thing to me.

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 ;)