by Eden DeGonia
Open Door Baptist Church
“I lift up my eyes to the hills, where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.” (Psalm 121 1:2)
I am the youngest in a family of boys and the only girl. My three older brothers are years ahead of me and growing up, I wanted to be wherever they were. I assure you they did not feel the same way!
My grandparents owned a large farm, and we loved to explore the creeks and woods and all the beauty it had to offer. One day, I asked to tag along with my brothers on an exploring adventure, and they begrudgingly agreed. We visited the creek and took the trails through the woods, and then on the way back we came to a barbed wire fence. My brothers are big guys, all over 6-feet tall. They easily stepped over the fence, but I was unable and decided that it would be better to find something to step onto and then step over than try to go through the fence. I spotted a stack of logs up against the fence and stepped onto them, lifted one leg over and then the logs slid out from underneath me, leaving me hanging by my leg on the barbed wire.
I was stuck – powerless to free myself. I lifted my eyes to see where my help would come from (I probably hollered a little too!). I needed someone bigger and stronger than myself to save me from the mess I had gotten myself in. My brothers, who may have found me annoying, truly loved me and it was in that love that they pulled me from the fence and took me in to my grandma to be cared for.
Isn’t that how it is with us? We might make wrong decisions that put us in dangerous places, or we may feel stuck in situations beyond our control, but when we lift our eyes and look to the Savior for help, in his love, he comes to our rescue.
Remember Peter in Matthew 14:22-33? He had stepped out on the water and was walking toward Jesus when he became distracted by the wind and the waves around him and began to sink. He realized in that moment that he needed rescue, and lifted his eyes to the Lord and said, “save me,” and that’s exactly what Christ did. He pulled him into the safety of the boat and calmed the storm around him.
My brothers carried me to my grandma, who was a lover of the antiseptic Bactine, which I like to refer to as “liquid fire.” She cleaned my wound and it hurt!! I had been brought to a place of safety, and I was being cleaned up from all that could harm me, but I still had some pain. I still had to heal.
Friends, when we look to the Lord for rescue, let us not look to God for an escape from the pain or the consequences of the situation we are in. It is through the pain, through the healing, that we are sheltered, strengthened and restored. It is a miraculous process of redemption that allows us the ability to heal and learn and grow in the love of the Lord.
When we are only looking for an escape from the hurt, we tend to find our help in unhealthy places, which offer temporary numbness instead of complete healing. True help comes from the Lord!
My body healed after my run in with that barbed wire fence. I have the scar still present today that reminds me of what happened, what I learned, and how I was rescued. In the same way, we can look at our scars and remember what the Lord has brought us through and be reminded of his faithfulness. He desires to rescue you. He wants to carry you home. Lift your eyes…
“The Lord will rescue me from every evil attack and will bring me safely to his heavenly kingdom. To him be glory for ever and ever. Amen.” (2 Timothy 4:18)