Help

I was sitting on a chair. My nine-months old daughter came crowling towards the chair. Clearly, she had intentions to sit in my lap. At the foot of the chair, she tried to hold a lower plank of the chair and tried to stand up. Her toes slipped, and knees didn't hold, and she slided down half-way. She tried again, this time again slipping aside. Now, seeing the low prospects, she started crying and gave me a hopeful look. I could stretch my hands and pick her up, but then she would stop trying. I wanted her to try to the best, and rightfully claim my lap. I kept cheering her to climb. Possibly she didn't understand that I am cheering her and that I am helping her by not picking her up. I saw disappointment in her eyes as she moved away towards a toy.

Is that what you do to me, Lord?