Meredith is a perfectly imperfect wife to her cattleman husband and goes
by “Mama” to an independent 3 year old cowgirl named Austin and a
sensitive 5 year old cowboy named Wesley. She recently quit her
corporate sales job to pursue her dream to stay home on the range. She also uses the passion God has placed on her heart to give Him glory through her lens and her pen. Meredith gave
her life to Christ at 29 and has been living grace-filled every day
since and longs for other women to find the same sweet
“Lord, help me.” Ever said those words? I have. Bunches. But not until recently have I really started to understand the impact and weight of those three syllables.
I shudder to think how many times I’ve murmured or even exclaimed that phrase in nonchalant desperation, not really meaning what I was saying. It would have been better for me to say “Lord, I would ask you to help me if I really thought you would, but I’m not expecting you to, so I’ll just keep trying to pick up the pieces like usual.”
Turns out the Lord is my help, after all. If I stop trying to do everything myself and give these day-to-day and oh-so-heavy burdens to the Creator God that has the power to change lives, He will. Including mine. Including yours.
The words in this Psalm are thirst-quenching for a spirit that’s been experiencing a dry spell. Ever been there?
Maybe your dry spell has come with no rhyme or reason.
Maybe it has come from a super big reason.
Maybe you are like me and it’s a “somewhere in-between” reason.
Sometimes the encourager gets discouraged.
Sometimes a mama just gets overwhelmed and if she doesn’t take a break, then her soul will take one for her.
Whatever the reason, dry spells come.
Dryness of spirit.
Dryness of soul.
Dryness of dreams.
On our farm, dry spells are unwelcome and unfruitful. Grass doesn’t grow. Cattle can’t eat. Husband farmer gets anxious. Family feels the burden.
And then eventually, the rain comes. The glorious, wet, thirst-quenching, ground-sucking rain comes. And we breathe again. The grass grows. The cattle eat. The farmer and his family find peace.
The only way out of a dry spell is through the presence of water. Life-giving, life-sustaining water. The only way out of a dry spell of the soul is from Living water. Our help comes from the Lord. When we look up we find our only source of Help.
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He never slumbers or sleeps…so we can. He doesn’t rest because He knows we have to. His job is never over or done or unable for Him to manage. Our help comes from the Lord.
He keeps us in the palm of His hand. Both covering us and holding us at the exact. same. time. That thought should bring every one of us comfort beyond measure. We are kept. Forevermore. We are kept.
In the droughts of life, the only Hope of help we have comes from the only source of Living water. The Lord.
Perhaps the sweetest three words God ever hears are “Lord, help me.”
When said from a soul desperately needing, seeking and believing He can and will help. Just as He always has and always will. Forevermore you and I are kept.
For His Glory,