Because there have been one or two semi-major things that have happened, all of the minor things feel that much more monumental. It’s been a week of burdens. Burdens when all does not feel right, burdens piling up for others going through hard things, burdens when you feel like you just didn’t measure up. A week of heaviness.
One of the MOPs Mamas spoke to my heart recently when she asked us to pray. We all bowed our heads and she simply said, “Dear LORD, Help!”
“Dear LORD, HELP” Has been not far from my lips this week: Help the couple who lost their child. Help the friends who are losing their parents. Help the grandchild who is losing her grandma.
Dear LORD, Help my child to be free from the pain of these teeth so she can sleep. Help her to learn new ways to communicate sweetly. Help her to continue to grow and develop and thrive.
Dear LORD, Help me to be the best Mama for her. Help me to listen to Daddy even when my mind is a hundred different places. Help me to figure out what is going on with my body so I can start to feel ‘normal’ again. Help me not to react in frustration when it feels like I’ve spent the whole day saying, “no”. Help me not to feel rejected when MG can go an entire day without showing any sort of love or sweetness towards me.
Have you noticed that often our cry for help is not answered with an immediate righting of the situation? Sometimes it is a quiet peace in your heart that everything will be okay. Sometimes it is a quick breath to step back from a situation and react without emotion.
And sometimes it is the courage to call a friend. It takes courage to ask for help because we are too prideful to appear weak and we are too afraid to burden others.
Carry each others’ burdens and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ. Gal 6:2
Though if we are honest, when a true friend asks for help, it is never a burden to help them. It is always a privilege because you feel God using you to do His work.
“Dear LORD, Help!”
Help next week to be a fresh start. Help me to cast my cares on You and to not carry them on my own. Help me not to be afraid to ask for help. Help me be available when others ask me.
Thanks for helping me out and listening to my little ‘therapeutic journalism’, friends.
Sometimes a girl’s just got to get it out,