Twenty years ago one song in particular dominated the airwaves as well as my personal space. I listened to it in the car, while in the shower, at my desk, on the way to church and I found myself humming it often. The post collegiate was four years old, her father and I were separating and I wondered how I was to make it as the primary parent as well as breadwinner. The lyrics to the song that ministered to me and reminded me of where to place my fear was based upon Psalm 121: “I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.” This scripture is amazing, and the manner by which Bam Crawford ministered the song made the scripture easy to recall, but even more powerful to consider.
During an end of year program at the post collegiate’s preschool, the preschool teachers elected to sing this song. It was a beautiful arrangement of sorts until the course, “My help, My help, All of my help cometh from the Lord!” Every child enrolled in the preschool chimed in. Their singing drowned the teachers out! It was beautiful and hilarious at the same time. I thought, perhaps I wasn’t the only one listening to the song in the car, while in the show, at a desk, on the way to church and humming it. Lots of other parents must have engaged in similar activity, and on that day, each child bare witness to God as a helper! What a mighty God we serve! Here I was thinking that God and I had something special (and we did, and do); however He not only serves as my help, but is so awesome that He can serve in the exact capacity to others concurrently. In fact, His help towards me doesn’t diminish His help toward you! Did I say how mighty He is?!
This last week has proven yet again to me that I am nothing without Him. The more I operate in that knowledge, the greater the space I create for accepting whatever He elects to extend to me. Further, the more transparent we elect to be with our children, the greater the probability that they too will accept what God has for them, and reject anyone and anything that does not align with the purpose God intended for their life. After all, as independent as we desire for them to be, we also want to ensure that they have a dependent relationship upon God.
Today marks the first day of classes at my place of employment. It further marks the start of a class I will teach for the fourth year in a row. Although I’ve changed the content and shake things up a bit from year to year, one constant that has remained is my difficulty to manage instructing a class in addition to my full time job with no release time. I have historically been late in returning assignments. That has understandably disturbed not only me, but more importantly my students. So this year, I decided enough was enough. I didn’t want to complain and beat myself up anymore. I reached out to someone looking for a stretch assignment in her workplace and asked her if she would consider assisting me. Thankfully, she agreed! I could have entered another semester experiencing a familiar challenge, but instead, I asked for help, and it was granted!
The Lord doesn’t require a stretch assignment. We are his primary responsibility. He delights in extending grace and mercy to us daily. He shows up on time! He doesn’t complain and He’s always willing to stay on the job until its finished! When we finally come to the realization that we are not benefitting ourselves by going it alone, the quicker we can get to our blessing. Quicker may not show up as we imagined – God never said that it would. Yet, when we look to the hills, there we find what we need most of all, help! So, when things get rough, let us not act as though its our first day of school. Take hope in God, remember that He is our help, and all of our help comes from Lord. If a preschooler can believe it, what say you?