God’s Help

Another day like yesterday, and tomorrow will be more of the same. Still, things went better in some ways than I expected.

I had promised to take an elderly neighbor to a lawyer and help him figure out what was going on. Last night, I was still worried about finding the place in daytime traffic, parking easily, not having to walk too far, and so on. Finally, after driving myself nuts making my own decisions but wondering if they were right, I turned it over to God and left it there overnight. This morning, the light dawned. I went to MapQuest, found the map, and did something I do not usually do - something made me click the aerial view. Bingo. I could easily see we were headed to a mostly residential neighborhood - no more traffic worries. I could also see that the route I had decided on would have had me going the wrong way up a one-way street. I am so happy that I let God do that routing for me - I apparently was making a mess out of it.

I was also worried about getting my monthly newsletter task finished in time for our proofreaders to get it early tomorrow morning. Again, I let him guide me in when to start it. I made incredibly good time starting it as late as 3 p.m. today, and I was amazed at some fun trivia holiday material I found online to add to it.

Now, here’s the thing that frustrates me. These are just two examples, but they really worked very well. So, why don’t I do that with everything I must do? Why don’t I ask for his help always? Or ask what he wants me to do? Because I’m human and weak and imperfect. And that, I suspect, is why I need him so much.

Dear God, I know I should ask for your help more often than I do so I am asking tonight for your whispers when I need them, or maybe just a wee bit louder than a whisper because I don’t always hear the quieter ones.