Help

 

There is a fear that sets in when I know that I need help, and I will have to ask for help. I know this fear is rooted in pride. Since the beginning of this journey, God has placed some truly amazing people in my life that have helped me and continue to be there for me. I know that if I was to call them and ask for something, they would be there for me in any way they could. So, I am learning to swallow my pride and to quit letting fear control me and my circumstances. God uses people and resources to help us get through difficult times. We must take hold of those opportunities and let God carry us.

I remember hearing a parable about a man that was stranded in the middle of the ocean and he was crying out to God for help. So, God sent him a boat, but the man refused to get on the boat because he was waiting on God. He continued to cry out to God to rescue him, so this time God sent him an airplane. The man still refused the help and said that he was still waiting for God to rescue him. So, then God sent him a dolphin, but the man still refused. The man died and when he got to heaven, he said God I cried out for you to help me and you never rescued me. God said I sent you a boat, an airplane, and a dolphin but you refused my help.

When we must ask for help it is fear that tells us that we have failed, and it is pride that keeps us from asking for help. I heard a movie quote in one of my favorite movies, and it has stuck with me ever since. “Having somebody help you doesn’t mean that you failed. It just means that you are not in it alone.” ~Life as We Know It. God is good, and He wants to show us how good He is. We aren’t in this alone. He is always with us every step of the way, and He puts people and things in our lives to help us along the way.

At the beginning of this journey, I remember sitting in my car wondering what I was going to do. A still small voice told me to go back to church, but fear was telling me not to go. Fear was telling me that they are going to know that I failed, they were going to judge me, and that I was not going to be accepted. I was tired of believing all those lies, so I sent my pastor a long email. I told him about what I just went through, and where I was spiritually and emotionally. It was the hardest thing to suck up my pride and to go back home. That was the only place I knew to go, back home to my Father’s house. Fear is a part of life, but if we let it take control it can often leave us feeling like we are in a constant state of struggle. Being there is miserable, and depressing.

My help comes from the Lord, Psalm 121 says it all. Where it says that He will keep you reminds me of a keepsake. I have a lot of little keepsakes that I keep in little boxes or tucked away in a drawer. They are precious little things that remind me of special times in my life. I like to keep them safe because they are my treasures. They may not be of value or mean anything to anyone else, but they mean the world to me. In that same way, God keeps us safe like His own little treasures.

“I remain confident of this. I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.” Psalm 27:13-14

Trust me I can take care of you. ~God