Help

 There is a truth that should daily permeate our meditations: "My help comes from the Lord. He will not allow my foot to slip; He who keeps you will not slumber."

Physically and spiritually He is my help, my only help. My struggles come when I forget that and rely on myself and my pride to "get me through." When I lack the humility to surrender to the truth that "without Him I can do nothing," I end up with a day full of nothings. When I become frustrated and murmur with my declining physical strength, oh, how a simple prayer of thankfulness for the strength He continues to give sustains me--His joy becomes my strength. When I trust in my own spirituality to conquer the struggles of each day, it is a long day. When I rest in His promises, each day becomes a closer walk with Him. Time in His Word cleanses me. He overwhelms me with the promise of His inescapable love. He opens my eyes to answered prayers in my life and in the life of those I love. He takes my breath away by allowing me to, at this time in my life, cooped up for the most part at The Acres, to still bear fruit to His glory. Reflect, meditate on the name He gives to The Spirit He has sent to live within us: Helper.

He is "a very present help in time of trouble." And, perhaps, the most remarkable, humbling truth is that He uses His people to be His hands, feet, voice, and yes, even His presence to deliver His help to others in need of it. "My help comes from the Lord" is made experientially true by the words, faces, and actions of His children. May I turn from my pride and run to Him for the help He promises--day and night. May I allow Him to use me to deliver His help in any way I can to His other children, praying fervently that the glory goes only to Him; my Help comes from the Lord.