As we continued struggling our way through different things that we would face over the next years of our lives, it became brutally obvious that God Help Me was a phrase I would say regularly.
When I’m working at my new job and I’m struggling to understand my new language. Would you give me patience. God Help Me.
When I'm trying to navigate my way through the muddy waters of "helping" people. When someone has an need and it is hard to determine if giving them a handout will truly help or hurt their situation. God Help Me.
When conflict arises and I don’t know the appropriate steps to fix it. God Help Me.
When cultural differences arise and I have a hard time discerning if something is simply just different or wrong. Would I suspend judgment and extend grace. God Help Me.
When the expectations of my teammates, the nationals, my supporters and myself are pressing me in four different directions. God Help Me.
When I don’t want to deal with the loss that comes with moving far away from home. When I simply want to insulate myself from the pain of loss. God Help Me.
When the unthinkable happens and disaster strikes. When I can’t see God as God, God as good, or God as faithful because my circumstances seem to be shouting the opposite. God Help Me.
God Help Me. As Americans, we often shy away from being helped. It is a sign of weakness. We pride ourselves on our abilities to take care of ourselves, make it on our own and blaze our own path. We champion the strengths of individuals who can do it on their own. Yet somehow God is and has been in the business of choosing the weak to accomplish his purposes. For God chooses those who know where their help comes from, that through their life, they may bring glory to His name. As I begin this new journey of my life, may my purpose of bringing glory to His name remain the same.
God Help Me.