The very first time that I genuinely Prayed the words “Help me,” I was thirty-two years old. It was four o’clock in the morning and I couldn’t sleep. I had just gotten home an hour earlier from the bar that I owned. I had snorted three grams of cocaine during the evening and was still high from it. I laid there in bed, pleading with God to make me sleepy and promised Him that this would be the last time that I would do any drugs. I can do it, Lord. He must not have believed me. Sleep did not come. . .and drug use did not go away. I realized months later that He knew me better than I knew myself. . .and it wasn’t the Right time yet.
“To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under Heaven. A time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted. A time to kill and a time to heal; a time to break down and a time to build up. A time of Love and a time of Peace. . .God has determined the times, before time began, and prearranged all the circumstances. . .my times are in Your Hand. Ecclesiastes 3; Acts 17:26; Psalms 31:15
Sometimes when I have a client or a couple sitting in my office and we are trying to find Hope in what is hope-less, looking for a Light and a Life at the end of the dark tunnel they are in, I reach for my schedule book and open it up to a page. “This is your life today, as it exists in every way, shape and form. . . and the next page is tomorrow. Your intelligence, your reasoning, your beliefs and the world’s philosophy will be challenged by this; but the fact of the matter is. . .this book that I’m holding is called the Lamb’s Book of Life and it contains God’s plan for you. . .from the moment you were born until the last breath that you take. “Known unto God are all his works from the beginning of time.” Acts 15:18
Over the last few months I have been blessed a couple days a week with the gift of baby sitting my grand-daughter, Shelby, the princess of my “grand” daughter Rachel and her husband Mark. There are times in her life when she is the spitting image of what faith looks like. There are moments when she opens her mouth and a prayer for help comes forth from her lips that moves me to rescue her.
Shelby already has the “I can do it, let me do it, don’t do it for me” attitude. She gets a little agitated with me when I see her struggling with a task and I jump in prematurely to help. So I back off. . .and wait for the prayer. At some point, after she’s tried and tried to do it and her frustration at her failure moves her to stop trying, she utters a single word that is making me teary-eyed right now. “Grampa.” This is her prayer. A child-like prayer for help. A dependence on another for what she cannot do herself. A faith in a Love that has rescued her before and has proven to be faithful to her. She has learned through her failures that what is impossible for her is child’s play for her Grampa. . .”what is impossible for man, is possible with God. (Luke 18:27)
“I thank Thee O Father, Lord of Heaven and earth, because Thou has hidden these things from the wise and the prudent of the world and has revealed the secrets of Heaven to babes.” Matthew 11:25
“Jesus called a little child to Him and set her on His lap. And He said, ‘Truthfully I tell you, except you be converted and enlightened. . .and become as little children, you shall not enter the Kingdom of Heaven. Whoever shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven.” Matthew 18:2-4
“Lord”. . .Supreme in authority. Controller of all events. Sovereign Power in the universe. Master of my life. Author of all things. A Father who I love, Who first Loved me.
“Help”. . .Do it for me. I’ve tried and tried and can try no more. Your power is made perfect in my weakness. You promise that I can do all things through You, giving me Strength by giving me Your Son, by sending His Spirit into my heart.
“Me”. . .this helpless babe. Trying to be something that I’m not. Trying to do something that I can’t. Needing a Grampa Who carries me on His wings of Love and does all things for me that I cannot do. Me, who marvels at your Love that covers over all of my sins and failures. You, Who promises to make all things work together for my Good.
“He gives Power to the faint and to them that have no might, He increase Strength. Even the youths shall faint and be weary and the babes shall utterly fall: but they that wait upon the Lord and expect Help from Him, shall renew their Strength. They shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary. They shall walk and not faint.” Isaiah 40:29-31
Another page. Another day. Another time. Another Season. A New Hope.