What a little help can do

I would constantly turn to God expecting his help.
Expecting, not asking.

It does not hurt to ask for help. For months I would try to turn to Him, always blaming myself for being selfish to want to ask for God's hand, or anyone's for that matter. Repeated shame sent me into a stage I recognized as simple helplessness.

He is there. We are His, and He wants us to fully grasp that-we are loved by our creator.

The feeling that accompanies the return from such a deep, distant place is wonderful.

Something as simple as a prayer can be so powerful-and helpful.

"Loving Father,
Help me to experience the reality that I am the one Jesus loves.
Amen."