God of Help

Every once in awhile, all of us need help. 

Sometimes, we're fortunate enough to get it. 

We see stories on the news all the time of humans helping humans, of persons who end up down on their luck or caught in disaster and their story gets out and all of a sudden, that debt is paid off, that roof is repaired, that heirloom restored, that body healed...whatever it is. We see persons coming out of the woodwork to do good deeds...and we hear whispers of things that we never see, actors in the background who wish to remain nameless. 

Yes, look for the good in the world, and you will find it. There's plenty of good to go around. 

And yet, there are also many of us who wonder why that's never our story. Why no one comes out of the woodwork to help us. Why we can keep telling our story and nothing ever changes about it, no one is moved by it, no one comes to help move us. We look at our debt, our brokenness, our lostness, our disease, and we wonder when our help is coming. 

If it ever is. 

It's enough to make a person bitter. It really is. It's easy to start wondering what's wrong with you, that no one seems to want to help you with anything. If you need to see this in action, look at any local facebook group. Watch the folks ask for help. Watch as the usual suspects jump in and volunteer themselves...and then don't...and then no one does...but on another request, they're back again like nothing happened. Watch folks pick and choose who they respond to and who they offer to help. Watch those who get no offers wonder what happened to the 47 persons who commented on the similar post the week before. 

Watch them ache and wonder what's so wrong with them that nobody wants to help. 

Thankfully, we always have a Helper. He is the Lord, our God, and He's been helping us since He knit us together in our mother's womb. We would not even be here if it were not for the force of His assistance in our lives, to do something so simple as to birth us into the physical world. 

Listen to the psalmist - I have leaned upon you since I came into this world; I have relied on you since you took me safely from my mother's body, so I will ever praise you. 

The very first thing You ever did for me, Lord, was help me - help me be born into this world, help me form and develop and push out and breathe. And because my soul remembers that help, because I know that without Your aid, I wouldn't even be here, I lean solely upon You. You, I know, will help me. You, I know, are helping me. 

You're the only one I know for sure I've got. 

And you know what, friends? That's enough. He's enough.