What's That Behind Your Back?

I was one of those kids that as soon as something broke, I automatically looked guilty. If I didn’t break it or touched it or took it, I normally knew who did. More than normal, if something was broken or missing my mother would ask me the simple question: “what’s that behind your back?” Sometimes, I feel God is asking me that a lot lately. It feels like I intentionally throw a monkey wrench into some things that He has planned for me because I am too scared or not sure its what I want. If we were trusting, knowing that He is in control of everything; why would we ruin what is only best for us. So starting today, I will not throw anymore monkey wrenches in anything, or break something and try to hide the parts.