Another time when I received help when I didn't want to ask for help:
I love watching little kids try and figure things out on their own. My niece, Miss P, wants to do EVERYTHING herself, as did Creative Guy and Adventure Boy and all the other kids I've known that are in the age range of 2+. "I do it!" is a common statement for parents to hear.
"I do it!" is a common statement for God to hear from me. "I've got it covered. I don't need extra help. I don't want to bother God with something so little. I can handle it." I've said and/or thought those statements and many more like them for years. In my relationship with God I tend to say "I do it!" a lot.
There have been times along the way, though, when I've found myself at the bottom of the proverbial barrel, feeling myself sink deeper and deeper into the pit, sure I wasn't going to find my way out. Did you hear that? I said sure I wasn't going to find my way out. All about me. Not about God.
Those moments have always pointed out a huge truth. I need help. I can't do it alone. My strength is not enough. I need God.
Yesterday I was going through a list of questions about God and Christianity some High School students had answered, compiling them into one document. One of the High School students said they wanted to hear why their youth group leaders believed in God. They wanted to know what compelled their leaders to believe in God. I thought about my own answer to that question and one of the answers that came was simply this: I need God. I can't do it on my own. I need the help that comes from prayer, the peace that comes from knowing I don't have to do it on my own, the strength that comes from knowing I am loved, beyond all human understanding...even when I stand at the bottom of the barrel, realizing I, once again, allowed my pride, my stubbornness, my self get in the way and finally, finally cry out..."I need help."
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