Desperate

I am joining (on a Saturday) the Five Minute Friday writing community, hosted by Kate Motaung, for our weekly writing adventure. Please click here to learn about Five Minute Friday. The writing prompt is, “Desperate.” The content after the last //, including the lyrics for the hymn, “Come Ye Disconsolate,” were added after the allotted 5 minutes had expired. The definition of desperate used in the post is from www.merriam-webster.com.

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Definition of desperate

1a : having lost hope
//a desperate spirit crying for relief
b : giving no ground for hope
//the outlook was desperate

2 a : moved by despair or utter loss of hope
//victims made desperate by abuse
b: involving or employing extreme measures in an attempt to escape defeat or frustration
//made a desperate leap for the rope

3 : suffering extreme need or anxiety
//desperate for money
//desperate to escape
//celebrities desperate for attention

4 : involving extreme danger or possible disaster
//a desperate situation

5 : of extreme intensity
//… a desperate languor descended heavily upon her, and she slept …— Elinor Wylie

6 : SHOCKING, OUTRAGEOUS

How desperate do things have to become, how desperate do you have to feel before you ask for help? Acknowledge that you are in over your head? Hanging on by a thread? That you are at the end of your rope and your grip is loosening? How desperate do things have to become, how desperate do you have to feel before you ask for help?

“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble,” wrote the sons of Korah, as stated in Psalm 46:1. “Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way  and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.” (Psalm 46: 2-3, NLT).

We do not have to wait until things get desperate or we feel desperate. We have help right at the beginning, we have help in the middle, we have help at the end and every moment in between. What was true for David is true for us. “Behold, God is my helper and ally; The Lord is the sustainer of my soul [my upholder].” (Psalm 53:4, AMP).// Hear the invitation in the lyrics of the hymn, “Come Ye Disconsolate.”*

Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish,
Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that heav’n cannot heal.

Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,
“Earth has no sorrow that heav’n cannot cure.”

Here see the bread of life, see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above.
Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrow but heav’n can remove.

*Thomas Moore (pub.1816). Copyright Status: Public Domain.

Help: Whenever, for whatever, and always what is best.

May I make a statement which, depending on your current challenges or past experiences you may consider preposterous?  Here is the statement: God’s children are never without help.

My audacity in making this statement is not based on wishful thinking but on the word of One who is completely and constantly trustworthy. The One who says He will not alter the word that has gone out of His lips (Psalm 89:34, NKJV). He does not lie and will make good on what He has spoken (Numbers 23:19, NKJV). He is also the One of whom it is testified in Joshua 21:45, “ Not a word failed of any good thing which the Lord had spoken to the house of Israel. All came to pass.”  This same One, who never changes, also had recorded for us that He is our help and the source of our help. Here are some examples:

“Surely God is my help; the Lord is the one who sustains me” (Psalm 54:4, NIV)

I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth
(Psalm 121:1-2, NKJV)

God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear,
Even though the earth be removed,
And though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;
Though its waters roar
and be troubled,
Though the mountains shake with its swelling. Selah. 
(Psalm 46:1-3, NKJV)

How then can we explain the times when we felt helpless (unable to do something to make a situation, task, etc., better or easier) and although we asked, begged, pleaded with God for help, the situation did not change? I wonder if during these times, we do not recognize the help He provides because it is not in the form we requested? For example, can it be that help came and comes in the form of grace and strength to endure, to keep trusting God, to offer what some songwriters refer to as “a broken Hallelujah, although our circumstances did/do not change?” The challenge can be not only to choose to believe that the help He promises will come, but also to trust Him to send it in the form that He knows is best for us.