With Grace

No one wants help.
Everyone wants to be in control.

We're like a bunch of toddlers, running amok with bank accounts to do our bidding thinking we are somehow in control of life.  We provide ourselves with our needs and we find our own answers. 
God is an antiquated notion, filed away with the smell of Grandma's face cream and homemade bread.
"Comforting, but optional."

And on we blindly go: buying and selling with information at our fingertips.

But things always happen.  Things fall apart.  Information fails us.  Money can't help us. 

We need help.
We aren't in control.

It's addiction, it's accidents, it's cancer, it's house fires and earthquakes and idle Thursdays turned horrific.

Sometimes gently, sometimes firmly, always consistently, the Lord always reminds us:
You are not the boss of this house.

No matter the road, the Lord gives us all the opportunity to learn to accept help gracefully.
He will help.
Angels seen and unseen will help.
Call, ask, receive.

With grace.