I’ve come to a realization about myself lately: I am an independent thinker, and also sometimes set in my ways. It wasn’t a sign of weakness to ask for help when I was growing up; it was called being a friend. I remember that there always used to be those one or two close friends who could read your mind almost, and come to your rescue, with a kind word, a thank you, or in the words of J.T. Pugh, a “How may I help you?” Those were times to cherish.
What a relief you felt to believe that you had the support for your time of challenge. Today, society as a whole has lost the ability to give without expecting something in return. I miss the neighbor who used to live next to us who would always borrow a cup of sugar, or flour or some other ingredient for her latest cooking venture, only to reward us with a plate of the cookies that she had baked with the sugar. That, my friend was gratitude enough. One time, I stayed next door with a neighbor who was uncomfortable being in the house alone because her husband was on a business trip. The next morning she packed my lunch for school and included a gigantic (in my 8 year old eyes) sized piece of chocolate cake. It was heavenly. I think I got the better end of the arrangement.
Having a friend who can support you when life gets real, and you don’t quite know what to do, is a blessing of God. So, when I think about the way that the Lord cares for us, I can have confidence and then trust in him. God is in control of the storms of life.
Read how the Lord cares about Israel.