My help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth. -- Psalms 121:2 NKJV
As youngsters, it was not unusual to boast to other children about what our parents did. While it is stereotypical and not politically correct, this game was usually played by little boys bragging about their daddies. It was a challenge of one-upmanship, where an arbitrary pecking order was assigned to professions. Each child would claim the importance of their parent’s job more significant than the other kids. It was not unusual for these challenges to be embellished with wild claims and inaccurate information. This game continued until the kids grew bored; they became satisfied with a clear-cut winner or the occasional wrestling melee on the playground.
The maker of everything we see, hear, touch, and smell -- even the stuff we can’t. He created it all, and our help comes from him. Not only did he make it, but he is also still actively involved. Everything that has happened is happening or will happen in the future is in his purview. If anyone is capable of knowing how to help and when to help it is God. Now that’s a reason to boast!
Our help, though, comes from the Lord though you can’t top that. When we accepted God through Christ, he became our daddy too, and there’s no disputing; our daddy is the clear-cut winner.
Lord of heaven and earth, make of all that is, we your children give you thanks for your help. In all things, at all times, we have the certainty you are with us. You act on our behalf in the best way possible, even when we cannot comprehend. Please helps us when our faith falters and doubt creeps in to remember from where our help comes; our help comes from you. Amen.