Psalm 121:1, 2 Thursday

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

Yesterday I lost connection to my email server. Every time I tried to sign in to retrieve my messages, a box would pop up asking me to enter my password and email address. So every time I would try again, it would reject it and every time it would reject it I would try again and fail. And so I did this probably ten to fifteen times, knowing full-well that every time I tried I was going to fail. I was miserable and mad and frustrated........you name it.

So, since I knew apparently I could not fix the problem I decided to call technical support, which by the grace of God I found the number to, on the A T & T bill I had just paid and thrown away. Anyway after picking a number out of the three I had to choose from, I dialed it and got a phone tree. It was one of those new-fangled ones that lets you give voice commands just like you were talking to a real person, even though you and “it” know you’re not. It asks you to enter or state your ten digit phone number; it asks you to listen to the following suggestions of problems, try to figure out which one of them sounds like yours and tells you what to say after you’ve found it. Then it says “Now let me see if this is what I heard you say,” and then it repeats “what it thinks it heard you say” back to you and then you have to say “correct” or “no” and then it proceeds to ask you another question if you answered “no” because it needs to get the answer right before it can know which question you need answered. Did you get that?!? AND I DID THIS FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES. And let me say again, I DID THIS FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES! AND AT THE END OF THE FIFTEEN MINUTES IT TOLD ME THAT SINCE THEY WERE EXPERIENCING SUCH A HIGH VOLUME OF CALLS I SHOULD CALL BACK LATER. And I bet I don’t have to tell you how I felt, do I?

So, today I decided at 7:55 a.m. I would try again, hoping that the “high volume of calls” that kept me from getting in yesterday would be the “low volume of calls” enabling me to get in today. And eureka I got in!

Her name was Michelle in Southeast Asia. I asked her what her real name was and she said “Michelle. It’s really Michelle.” I found out she was twenty-eight years old which prompted me to say to her that my “age twenty-nine” was the worst year of my life and that I hoped she had a great “age twenty-nine” and she said she was sorry, but that she hoped she did too. I told her I could completely understand her, that her language was perfect and complimented her performance. I told her to have a good day and a great year next year and she told me to have a great year also.

Michelle and I talked for forty-five minutes, mostly with her giving me commands and me doing what she told me to do. I could not believe that this person who lived half-way around the world, who sounded like she lived next-door, could give me a command that, if I would do it, would fix my problem here in Bowling Green, KY. I think that’s amazing!

The words for today’s meditation are, “My help comes from the Lord, THE MAKER OF HEAVEN...” Moses tells us in the very first sentence of the Old Testament, “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.” That God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. That God said… and that God said…and that God said. And it happened.

Psalm 33:6 says, “By the word of the Lord were the heavens made, their starry host by the breath of his mouth.” “By the word of the Lord were the heavens made.” Can you imagine? Can you imagine that the heavens were created just because God, the creator, spoke them into existence? I can’t. I just simply cannot wrap my mind around that. No matter how hard I try, I can’t wrap my mind around that. Can you?

Why do I doubt if God can help me? If the help to fix my computer, came from a twenty-eight year old woman living in Southeast Asia, who could tell ME what to do to fix my problem, then why do I doubt, that the help to solve any problem I could ever have, could come from the God -- "THE ONE TRUE AND LIVING GOD" --who spoke and CREATED THE HEAVENS ?

“My help comes from the lord, THE MAKER OF HEAVEN…” No doubt about it. And I think that's truly amazing.