I helped out a random stranger the other day. Not gonna tell the long story but He kept saying God must have guided me and God must be looking out for me too.

I didn't want to get into with him but No bro. I helped you because I saw you needed help. And figured I was in a position to do so. I had some extra time that day and just happened to be where you were.

Wasn't God.

I help people when I can because why not ? The relief on someone's face is enough payment. Plus I feel guilty when I don't help when I can. Not from fear of damnation but my empathy requires I do something.

Strangers have helped me in the past. I know how much of a difference that can make.

It's just frustrating to have your own "good" behaviors constantly assumed to be caused by God.

No. I chose to help. Me. No one else was involved. Isn't that a better lesson anyway? That there are people who help from a place of support rather than fear of judgement. ? Or some divine force ?