My brother and I were preparing to leave the bank with his 5-year-old daughter, Melissa. She ran ahead to open the heavy door. She huffed, puffed, and pushed; she stepped back and started again.

Finally she pushed with all the might her little body could muster--and the door opened!

She was unaware that her father's hand, high above her head, had actually pushed the door open for her. I laughed at my niece, but then realized God does the same for me every day.