So Many Requests


Let your hand be ready to help me, for I have chosen your precepts.  Psalm 119:173

I decided to really tune in today with how many times I asked for God’s help.  It is now mid-afternoon and my requests have numbered above 75.  There have been prayers for me, for my family, for friends.  How faithful is our Father to be on standby.

I remember hiking with some buddies in my teen years.  We went on an 80 mile canoe trip and then climbed the tallest mountain in the Adirondacks.  By the time we neared the summit, we were exhausted.  The guy who went before me reached down over the last ledge to lend me a hand.  It was gracious of him and I can still remember what it felt like to see that arm extended in my direction.

That’s a simple illustration, I know.  But today, in some weary places, I picture the nail scarred hand of God extended and he’s reaching for my hand.  The nail prints take me back to the most dramatic cry for help that I ever made.  I was lost and I knew it.  If that was the only time He reached out to grab me, that would be enough.  But at the point, our relationship had only just begun.   God embraced me to Himself in a covenant kind of love and pledged faithfulness to me until the end of time.  Even on my deathbed, when I will need Him the most, He will extend His hand and lead me through the valley of the shadow of death.  Whatever that looks like, I don’t know but it’s Satan’s last sting and the need for God’s presence will be critical.

Multiply the 100’s of daily needs by the number of God’s children and I can only begin to grasp how powerful, how wise, and how vast is the mind and heart of God to know each of our stories.  He doesn’t mix them up nor does He answer with simplicity.  Today’s answer is related to tomorrow’s plot.  He is weaving all the details of my life into one stunning storyline, attending to me with His right hand at every juncture so that I will finish living out my story in a way that magnifies His great love and character.

Your hand is always there to grasp.  I love you all the more for never withdrawing it.  Amen

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