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You’re not supposed to blog on Fridays.  Or so I’ve been told.  But I am not good at timing these things.  Nor at following directions as to what I’ve been told. The thing is, Friday or not, I need help.

 

So I reach for the Word and I look up references for “help” and God leads me to exactly what my heart needs.  I need to know that he will help me.  I am the man in Mark 9, asking again, “But if you can do anything, take pity on us and help us.”

 

“'If you can?'” said Jesus.  “Everything is possible for him who believes.”  Immediately the boy's father exclaimed, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief.”

 

Psalm 18:6  In my distress I called out the LORD; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice, my cry came before him, into his ears.

 

18:16 He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters, he rescued me from my powerful enemy, from my foes, who were too strong for me. They confronted me in the day of my disaster but the LORD was my support. He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.

 

Psalm 30:2  O Lord, my God, I called to you for help and  you healed me.

 

Isaiah 40:27  Why do you say, O Jacob, and complain, O Stasi, "My way is hidden from the Lord, my cause is disregarded by my God"?  Do you not know? Have you not heard?  The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth.  He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom.

 

41:9  I called you.  I said, “You are my servant. I have chosen you and have not rejected you. So do not fear, for I am with you; so not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."

 

I need help.  Even if it’s a Friday.  I need help to believe that the issues in my life that I am tired of losing battles to are not disregarded by or unimportant to God.  I need help to believe that though I am ashamed of my failures, God is not.  I need help from my strong God to reach down and take hold of me, to rescue me from enemies and patterns of behavior and beliefs that are too strong for me.

 

I need to know that my God is doing this because he is good and he is mighty and because he delights in me.  My faithful God answers my cries for help.  He knows what I need.  I look again to him with faith, in weakness, unable to save myself, and I cry for help.  I look again to him who does not grow tired of me or my cries—to the One who has called me and chosen me and promised that he will help me.

 

And I feel my faith rise.  My belief.  My knowing that nothing truly is impossible for God—not ever changing, freeing, delivering, and helping me.

 

Jesus still says, “Everything is possible for him who believes.”  Living water has been sprinkled on my parched faith, my battered hope.  I cannot make my own heart rise, but this God, this Jesus, this faithful one—he reaches down and rescues me.  He rescues all of us again and again and again as we call out to him for HELP!

 

Each and any day of the week.  Even Fridays.  Thank you, God.  Oh, thank you.

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About Stasi

Stasi Eldredge loves writing and speaking to women about the goodness of God. She spent her childhood years in Prairie Village, Kansas, for which she is truly grateful. Her family moved to Southern California back in the really bad smog days when she was ten. She loved theatre and acting and took a partiality to her now husband John...READ MORE

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