Credit Due

"Guess what, Mom?" Taylor yelled breathlessly, running up the driveway to where her mom was painting the window trim of their new house. "I got the lead part in the school play!" "Oh, Taylor! That's terrific!" Mom put her paintbrush down and hugged her daughter. "Yeah," said Taylor. "It's about time my teachers notice how good at acting I am. Oh! We also got the results of our band tryouts today. I'm first chair flute! I did it!" Taylor danced around. "And I got an A on a tough math test too. This is the best day of my life!""Wow, honey! That's great. But…" Mom motioned for Taylor to sit down beside her on the porch swing."What is it?" asked Taylor. "You do so well in math, and you're also very talented in music and drama," said Mom. "But how much credit can you actually take?"Taylor was puzzled. "How much credit can I…" Suddenly her face broke into a smile. "Oh, sorry, Mom! You helped me with the audition lines for the play, and Dad quizzed me in math. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" "Okay! Enough!" Mom laughed. "That's not what I meant. Think about it this way--we're enjoying our brand-new house, right? Well, if it could talk, should it be bragging about how well-built and beautiful it is?" "Of course not!" Taylor giggled. "Dad should get the credit! He built it--well, him and the workers from his construction company." "So you think it would be ridiculous for the house to praise itself for its top-notch design and structure instead of giving credit to the builder?" Taylor nodded. "Well," Mom continued, "the Bible says we are God's workmanship. He's the one who created us and gave us the talents we have--yet nothing we can do could ever compare to the great things He has done, like saving us from sin and changing people's hearts. Sounds to me like He deserves the credit and praise, not us. What do you think?"Taylor sighed. "You're right, Mom. I need to give God the credit for the things I can do." –Lyn Jackson