GOD HELP ME

I saw this caption on an IG post of a christian leader I respect, “Using this as point of faith, ask God for anything.”

On a normal day, I'll scroll past it, but today was different. 

My mind started racing, “what should I ask for?”

I have way too many problems to fit them all into the comment section of an IG post. 

And by no means am I going to air my “dirty” laundry to random strangers.

So I typed, “divine help”.

Because what else could be more fitting?

I need His help to heal from infirmities of all kinds.

I need His help to revamp my prayer life

I need His help to be more loving and kinder

I need His help to pass that exam

I need His help to mature spiritually

I need His help to care for my patients well

I need His help to breathe

                         to eat

                         to wake up

                         to survive 

                         to make it through the day

                         to think

                         to work 

                         to live 

Even the actions that we call voluntary are ordered and engineered by Him. So who am I to think there is a life somewhere to be lived without Him. The staunchest of atheists can attribute their existence to some scientific phenomenon but they do not know that there is a Master “creating”, “helping” and “holding” it all together.

In Him, I live, I move and have my being. I need God's help for the grandest and for the littlest. Nothing is beyond Him, nothing is beneath Him. 

Every word of prayer can be summarized as a plea for help, a plea for the Generous God's intervention into our messy lives.

Isn't it interesting, the more you think you're getting a hang of life, the more you realize you have no idea what you're doing.

The more you grow the more you realize that dependency on the Holy Spirit is a vital sign of life.

You never outgrow His love, why then do you think you can outgrow His help.

And so, whenever I do not know what to ask for,

Whenever my words cannot properly articulate what is going on my spirit,

Whenever my emotions are in disarray and I'd rather not dissect them,

In times of sorrow, plenty, shame, temptation, fear, uncertainty and anxiety

I will bend my knees and whisper, “God help me”.

Because a prayer for help, He never refuses