The other day in saying my prayers, I found myself telling the Father (Can you imagine? I was TELLING Him something), that if He would take care of a certain problem, I would take care of the rest.
I stopped short. Who was I to think I could take care "of the rest?" The fact is, I can't take care of anything, at least not without the Father's help.
I suppose it represents a bit of progress on my part that I stopped myself from completing the thought, that I realized how arrogant and childish I must have sounded.
So, for today, I am grateful for those times when I recognize that I am nothing and can do nothing without the Father.