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Where Does My Help Come From?


Do you panic when you become overwhelmed by the conflicting demands of life?  Life has a way of piling one thing on top of another all at the same time.  You never see it coming until, like an avalanche, you are buried in competing loyalties mixed with harsh realities that cannot be avoided. 
My most recent intersection of overwhelmed and caught off guard was caused by the truth that there was absolutely no way I could possibly fulfill my responsibilities without the help of God.  Rather than panic, I fully embraced that I was utter incapable of doing everything my life was asking of me. 
I recited Psalm 121:1-2 I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from?  My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. This helped remind me that there was absolutely no way that I could accomplish all that was required of me.
Could this be the reason that God sends me more than I can handle?  Is this the lesson He longs for me to learn?  I honestly could not see that I could accomplish the tasks that lay before me; but when I looked to God as my help rather than panic, it became fun to watch Him work through me. 
I’m not saying that the work became a breeze or that it didn’t feel like work.  I did enjoy it more because rather than be filled with panic and dread, I was filled with expectation and peace.  God didn’t do my work for me, but He did do my work through me. 
Receiving help from God builds me up spiritually.  I need God’s help everyday but often lose sight of this reality.  I move forward with my life without connecting deeply to Him when I believe that I am capable of handling my responsibilities.  Now that the big crunch is over and I saw God come through for me in mighty ways, I don’t want to stop fully relying on God.  I want to invite Him to work through me in the things that don’t seem so hard just because it is so sweet to be one with God.  There is nothing that He longs for more.  Jesus prayed for us to be one with Him and God during His intercessory prayer the evening before He died. 
Panic and Confidence about my responsibilities are both emotions that keep me from the closeness with God that He longs for me to experience.  My help comes from the Lord whether I am conscious of this fact or not.  He is the wind beneath my wings. 
Knowing that my help comes from the Lord is the most satisfying and lifegiving thought I have.  Grasping the enormity of the effects of living in a fallen world, I have no doubt that my life will drum up more unexpected and tragic circumstances than I could possibly prepare to meet.  I don’t expect that my lessons in my help coming from the Lord will make me immune from circumstances that have the potential to crush my soul.  However, my experiences of receiving God’s help insulate me from the blows.  It becomes a long history of how God has helped and never abandoned me in the past.  It moves me beyond my chaotic emotions of panic to a peace that passes understanding that guards my heart and my mind.  Why panic when your help comes from the Lord?  You won’t when you learn this lesson.

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