Sitting in a waiting room recently I was watching a dear little baby sleeping in it's rocking car seat. She was sound asleep for the most part but started to wake eventually with little stretching sounds reminiscent of trying to start an unwilling car on a cold morning.
On waking she immediately searched for her mother's face and her panicky look faded when she found it but as mum was busy on her phone the eye contact she sought was missing and she began to grizzle. Mum rocked her and make shushing noises both of which calmed the baby but without that connection of a returned gaze she remained unquiet and began to flail about in an attempt to correct a situation both beyond her control and understanding and which wasn't really a problem in the first place. After a few moments of pistoning limbs and concentrated grunting they were called away and I didn't see the next stage but it still gave me cause to wonder how many times I have thrashed about, desperately trying to fix a situation which isn't actually broken. It's the same with my children and friends too - they tell me about some issue and I immediately rush to get my metaphorical tool kit and "helpfully" try to fix it for them. Generally all I'm doing is the equivalent of turning a slight, barely noticeable blemish into a huge unsightly mess and I've managed to upset a couple of people recently with that attitude.
Ironically I detest it when someone does the same thing to me! This week I'll be praying that God will save me from my good intentions, help me keep my mouth shut and put on my listening ears. Obviously - by asking for these specific things I am now telling God how to fix the issue.
Well, if you'll excuse me I have to go and strap on my crampons, ropes, altimeter and helmet in preparation for an attempt on the soaring height of my own ego. The view from the summit will be amazing!