He, not me

When I hear sad news (like tonight) or am weighed down by this thing called life, I try to always remember to pray first. Having a quiet moment or lots of quiet moments to ask my gracious Father in heaven to heal, help, be near to those suffering is something I treasure. At my confirmation in eighth grade I was blessed with this passage: “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.” Matthew 7:7 Jesus goes on to point out that even we sinful human beings can give love and blessings to our children, how much more blessings will our perfect Heavenly Father give to those who ask of Him.

I have always had a difficult time asking for help. I always want to do things myself no matter what it is. It’s a seriously annoying personality trait. I kind of wonder if my pastor sensed that tendency about me and gave me this passage as constant reminder. I know for sure Jesus did. He says come to me when I’m weary and burdened, sad and distraught. Come by prayer. Lay my requests at the foot of the cross and know with all certainty that He hears my prayers. He is always with me.

Psalm 121 is one of my favorites because it shows who it is that I am praying to:

I lift up my eyes to the hills;
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,
 the maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip–
He who watches over you will not slumber
indeed, He who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.

The LORD watches over you–
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day, 
nor the moon by night.

The LORD will keep you from all harm–
He will watch over your life;
the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.

As I look over those words I can’t help but see how few times that “I” am the subject of the sentence…the one doing the work. It isn’t how I can fix things or make things better…it’s HIM, my God and Father in heaven. He is the one who is in control. He is the healer, comforter, Savior. The Almighty God is who I am praying to. How much comfort and strength I receive when that thought is my focus. I need to get better at reading God’s words, my Bible, daily. I definitely cannot count on myself to remember His words and stay focused on who’s really in control and guiding my life. 

So, tonight I’m praying. Praying to my gracious, ever-faithful Father. Praying for my own family, for Cassie, for Dave & his family, for Lori’s aunt, for all those whose struggles I don’t know about.

Dear Father,
My heart is heavy and sad. There is so much sadness and sickness in this world. Please be near those who are suffering. Give them hope and strength, comfort and faith. Help them to see that You know their pain and will do all things for their good. If it be your will, heal their diseases and give them years of blessed service to you on this earth. If there are ways that I can help them, Lord, show me. Make me a reflection of your love. I know you hear my humble requests through your Son, Jesus. Thank you, dear Lord.
In Jesus’ name, I pray. Amen.

*Photo credit: the photo is a dear friend, Cassie Husby (http://remembertobreatheceh.blogspot.com/), photo by Hyer Images (http://www.hyerimages.com/)

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