So..The surgery for Chris is postponed due to paperwork glitch. He is nervous about the surgery and wants it over with and this delay DIDN’T HELP. He received that news after a big layoff at work. His job is safe, Thank you Lord! but it is just unsettling at SBD right now and THAT DIDN’T HELP
Christopher did not get into WGU after all. No clue what to do next but my worst nightmare is that I’ve screwed him up for his career path and THAT DIDN’T HELP.
Rebekah had a job performance review that she wasn’t happy with at Target. She’s trying to be content while she waits for another job. This review DIDN’T HELP.
As I was typing all of this out I was reminded that I should not be looking to circumstances for this help. Every morning one of my favorite things to do is open the blinds in my room and look at the cross on top of the church. Just yesterday…before all the bad news…I was thinking that I love that I can see that cross and it reminds me that when I “look unto the hills” I see my HELP! Did I remember that throughout the day as the bad news poured in?…No. But this morning–I sat down to type out the stresses of the day and was going to ask God to show me something encouraging in His Word (which I haven’t even opened yet) as I typed the words, “DIDN’T HELP” over and over He reminded me of my thoughts yesterday. I had to look up the verse in its entirety.
My Help Comes from the Lord
A Song of Ascents.
121 I lift up my eyes to the hills.
From where does my help come?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot be moved;
he who keeps you will not slumber.
4 Behold, he who keeps Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord is your keeper;
the Lord is your shade on your right hand.
6 The sun shall not strike you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord will keep you from all evil;
he will keep your life.
8 The Lord will keep
your going out and your coming in
from this time forth and forevermore.
Lord, you are my help. Circumstances are not going to help me, whether good or bad. I trust you in all of the discouraging days and distressing dilemmas of life. You are the Author of not only my story but of Chris’s, Becky’s and Christopher’s. Write it as You will and do what brings you glory. I trust you to redeem the mistakes I’ve made in home schooling Chris to give him a fruitful life in his chosen school/career. I trust you to help Becky learn as she waits. And I trust you to have her in the perfect job that you have created just for her to do. I trust you to give her the patience. I trust you with Chris. We’ve been through layoffs before and maybe will again but you have always provided wonderfully for us. Even miraculous at times. I trust you with the timing of his surgery.
Lord, Please encourage my people today in a specific way. I love them so…but You love them more.