It is always my date to blog here on the 12th. This particular day, March 12, 2014 marks a day for me that I will never forget. It is the 5th anniversary of me becoming paralyzed. My life changed forever that day.
Over these past 5 years, I have learned more than ever that I have spoken three particular words more times than I can even dare to count. My hubby was preaching a sermon Sunday morning, and there were those words!! I highlighted, underlined and wrote all around this passage in my Bible. I couldn’t believe it!! There were my words!!
The passage is in Mt. 15. The story is of the Syrophenician woman whose daughter was vexed with a devil. She came to Jesus to receive help for her daughter and the disciples wanted her to go away because she was not a Jew and felt she was annoying Jesus. She said these words to Jesus, “Lord, help me.”
“Lord, help me.” How many times have I asked God to help me?! Ladies, I have a confession. I just can’t do it. I can’t be the right kind of wife. I am too opinionated and have a smart mouth. I don’t like to obey and I really don’t like to submit. I think I know more than my husband in many areas (I don’t, but I just think I do) and I am quick to tell him what I think. Oh Lord, please help me!
I can’t be the right kind of mom. I don’t like my kids to cross me. I like to be obeyed without question. I don’t have the patience I need to understand their precious hearts. I don’t like it when they disagree with me or question my decisions. I especially don’t like it when they point out my shortcomings and hypocrisy! Oh Lord, please help me!
I can’t be the perfect pastors wife. I don’t have all the right answers and the answers that I think I do have are not always right. I am just a regular gal trying to be an example but I am a lousy example sometimes to my congregation. At times, I am probably the Pastor’s greatest discourager! Oh Lord, help me!
I can’t do this disability. It gets so very old. 5 years….can I do another 40? That thought overwhelms me at times. Another morning staring at that chair, another routine of the struggles and aggravations each day can bring, another smiting in my heart that I am murmuring and complaining…Oh Lord, help me!
We read on and see that Jesus did help her and he told her that she had great faith! The Bible records Jesus telling only one other person that they had great faith and that was the centurion whose daughter was dying. Great faith! That is what I long for!
How did this lady get to a place where Jesus proclaimed that she had great faith? It started with three simple words: “Lord, help me.”