I was hanging up clothes in the twins’ room today and 3-year-old Maxton came in the room and announced, “Mommy! I put my clothes on ALL. BY. MYSELF.” He was very proud of his accomplishment. And though I congratulated him, I couldn’t help but chuckle that his shirt was on backwards and his pants were unzipped.

In Dad's shoes

And I wondered if I amuse God sometimes…when I’m proud of what I’ve supposedly accomplished ALL. BY. MYSELF. All proud and completely oblivious that my fly is open.

Do I act like a toddler towards my Heavenly Father?

How about you? In what ways does your approach to life, your spiritual maturity mimic that of a toddler?