Glad To Help

Taylor needed help today. He needed something from home electronically sent for a new job. I found the needed information and sent it to him. A very easy fix. Though he is a man he still my little boy. Digging for the needed information I relived over two decades of memories.

I came across his birth certificate. I still remember holding him in my arms the day he was born. What joy he brought into my life. I held him with a smile as big as Texas. He was my boy, my son. Later that day I went off by myself to pray and offered Him to God right then and there. I realized then he was only mine to raise but his life was dedicated to God. Next, I found an old picture when he was no more than a tyke. I also came across his passport. He got that to go on a mission trip with me when he was only ten. What precious memories.

He needed my help. A small task easily completed. From start to finish the whole thing could not have taken more than three minutes. He thanked me for helping. I texted him, "Always glad to help my boy." Then I thought he is no longer a boy so I resent a text calling him a man.

If I am so eager and glad to help my son how much more glad is God to help His children. Helping my boy brought unbridled joy to me. Does God get joy from helping His people when they need His intervention? Does He delight in coming to our aid more than we delight in asking?

Tucker recently celebrated his 18th birthday. We have a tradition in our home. We have a plate we only break out and use on someone's birthday. The writing on the plate reads, "You are special." I got up early that morning and made Tucker omelets. His favorite breakfast meal is an omelette. Only on this day I had enough to make him two omelettes and he ate both heartily. I delighted in blessing him.

I know God loves more perfectly than I can. I know He is love is perfect. He is glad to help. He is strong enough, wise enough, compassionate enough, and loving enough to help. When we thank Him I wonder if He ever says, "Glad to help."