When I get on my knees early in the morning, I usually feel very needy. That is probably because most of the time, the path of life seems to be more difficult to follow than I have the ability for. So I am in need of God’s help — strength — guidance — intervention — wisdom — grace: all of the above.
This morning in my typical “Please help me, Lord” mode, I was struck with the incongruence of that continual cry.
“Why don’t you say, ‘I want to help you, God,’ instead,” the Spirit nudged.
But can I really ‘help’ God? I pondered.
Ironically, God does need us. Well, He doesn’t need me, necessarily, because if I do not do the tasks He has in mind for me to do, He definitely has a ‘Plan B.’ Someone else will get the privilege.
But He does need us; He does need His people. He does need our hands and feet, our lips and hearts, to be the messengers of His love and fulfillers of His purposes.
I will be praying differently in the coming days. “Lord, what do YOU want me to do today? How can I serve you? Help me do it, by your grace.”