Where Does Your Help Come From?

Psalm 121I’m not proud of the fact that when walking into the garage one night,  I shoved my daughter into the path of an evil, demonic critter while running for my life.

There’s one sure-fire way to send me into sheer terror and everyone close to me knows not to even say the word. In fact in our home, we spell the name of the beast, quietly and only if absolutely necessary — s-n-a-k-e.

Each and every day of my life I check for them everywhere. I look around corners, on the floor, in the bushes, on the porch, in the car, on the sidewalk, in the toilet {thanks to the person who just HAD to tell me their story}. It’s become such a part of my routine I am not consciously aware that I’m doing it.  Full scale s-word reconnaissance is simply step 1 of my plan to defend myself. Step 2 involves attempting to retain consciousness. Step 3 is apparently sacrificing my family if necessary. Subsequent steps all involve self-preservation while securing assistance to exterminate the vermin. #thereisnogoodsnake

Walking the neighborhood today, I found myself scanning the ground in my usual way, eyes like s-word radar. As I visually verified the tubular object at my 2 o’clock was indeed a stick, a thought occurred to me. As I walked step after step, I was completely focused on my fear. My eyes and my mind were concentrating solely on the thing I feared most.

At that moment a scripture entered my mind.

I lift up my eyes unto the hills, where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lordthe Maker of heaven and earth.  Psalm 121: 1-2

I stopped in my tracks becoming intently aware of how focused I was not just on this one intense fear, but on my problems, my disappointments, my insecurities, my shortcomings and everything that was not right about my life. After months of being tossed and turned by several intense and traumatic events in our family, I had grown despondent. Although I hadn’t admitted it, I knew I had buried myself in sadness. My head hung low focused on fear of what was going to jump out at me next. I stared down at everything that was wrong while also looking for everything else that could go awry. And then Psalm 121 rolled through my mind again.

“April, where does your help come from? Look up.”

I raised my head. The sun was shining. The sky was blue. I hadn’t even noticed. For a minute I simply let the sun warm my face and took a deep breath.  Something I had not done in days although I hadn’t realized it until now. Head up this time, I started walking. I felt a breeze wrap itself around me like a hug from an old friend. I could feel my face soften, my mind wake up and my heart swell. Still walking, I was tempted to look down. I wanted to look down. I needed to look down. I was afraid not to look down. My fears were distracting me from walking in the light, from looking to the hills, from keeping my eyes on the sun.

And then I felt the brick hit me in the face…. I had been looking down for so long so focused on my fears, I had lost sight of the sun – of the Son

It feels safer to focus on our problems. We convince ourselves that if we are looking at them, we will be prepared… we will have plans in place to solve them.  And that is where Satan wants us.  With our eyes up, we can trust that God our Father is watching over us and will alert us to problems in our path. When we keep our eyes on our Helper, He can direct us and keep us focused on His plans… not our own.

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
    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.  Psalm 121

6 thoughts on “Where Does Your Help Come From?

  1. wow mom, that was awesome. exactly what i needed to hear. thanks for making me read this and being such a woman of God and great role model for me. i love you!

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