You test me. Why?
I grow and grow, my limbs ache and I am awkward. I learned to crawl, then to walk. To speak, then to sing. I have barely learned to grasp a stick, and you call me to tie ribbons in the hair of children.
Lord, I am afraid of these new tasks you set, afraid I will be unable. Afraid my insufficiency will be seen and judged.
The test is not the test. You call me to trust you even in lack.
Let me live as your child.