Holy Week Meditations: A God Who Helps Us

For I am the Lord your God, who upholds your right hand,
Who says to you, “Do not fear, I will help you.”
Isaiah 41:13

Lately, I’ve been trapped in a worn out frame of mind … can’t focus, can’t think, can’t process, can’t go another step. Can. Not. I’ve watched lives torn apart by sin, hearts broken by words carelessly spoken, storms raging all around me, and I have felt helpless.

No, more than just feeling helpless … I have been helpless.

The truth is, much as I hate to admit it, I generally am helpless.

I can’t fix the things that really hurt and mend the things that are really broken.

When marriages crumble, I am helpless.

When friends fight, I am helpless.

When storms rage, I am helpless.

But in my helplessness, I find myself right where I need to be … bowed low, bent down. When my back cannot bear the weight any longer, I fall to my knees … losing the burden I’ve so tightly held, releasing the weight I’ve struggled to carry.

And as I am low, pressed flat to the ground, my cares and plans and dreams and sorrows and hurts splayed out all around me, I realize this is where I belong. Laid bare before the One who helps, the only One who can help.

As we near Good Friday, the day only One who is Good was spread out on a cross, maybe you need to bow low, press flat, and release the weight you have carried to the One who helps. The One who is our Help.