The Help

“But now I am going to Him who sent me, and none of you asks me, ‘Where are you
going?’ But because I have said these things to you, sorrow has filled your heart.
Nevertheless, I tell you the truth: it is to your advantage that I go away, for if I do not
go away, the Helper will not come to you. But if I go, I will send Him to you.”
John 16:5-7
I am a selfish creature. When bad things happen to me, I am upset and normally blame
someone. I want someone to care about me. To ask about me. To remember me. To
worry about me. To be concerned about me. When good things happen, I want
someone there to share in it with me. To laugh with me. To reminisce in the future
with me. I want people to pour into me. I often look to others to help me feel valued
and satisfied.
Over the past year, there has been such a large amount of hurt and frustration flow
through me. This job has been anything but a walk in the park. For months and
months, I got more and more frustrated by the fact that people who I thought should
be pouring into me and concerned for, were neither of those things. My efforts went
to my default, making sure that other people were okay. I poured out all of the love
and heart and compassion that I had, into the people who were hurting the most in our
church. But went home feeling empty and spent. Wondering where the person was
who was going to give the same care for me, that I was giving to others.
Then last week, my selfishness and ungratefulness overwhelmed me. Because there
was someone who was already doing the things that I needed and wanted, and I was
over looking them, discrediting them, not recognizing them.
You see, when Jesus left this earth as a person, people were sad. Because they
thought there were losing Him since His physical being would no longer be here. But
what they didn’t understand was that the gift of the Helper was coming.
“When the day of Pentecost arrived, they were all tighter in one place. And suddenly
there came from heaven a sound like a mighty rushing wind, and it filled the entire
house where they were sitting. And divided tongues of fire appeared to them and
rested on each one of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit,” Acts 2:1-4
God pours into me each and everyday through His Spirit, just like He poured the Spirit
into those gathered on the day of Pentecost. He fills me up so much that all of my
needs are met, so much that I don’t need to complain that others aren’t meeting my
needs. After months of complaining about needing someone to help fill me back up, I
came to understand that I already had someone filling me up, and when I felt empty, I
didn’t need to search for someone else to do things for me, I just need to rest in His
presence, in the quiet of my day. Because the God who created me, sent the Son who
then died for me, and then gave me the Spirit who empowers me. He empowers me by
filling my heart and soul to such an extent that the things that I do are not my own,
but the overflow of what He is filling my heart with….His Love.
LORD, let me not discredit Your Helper again. I cannot imagine how long You have been
wondering when I would realize that You were giving me everything that I needed. Your
heart hurts when you see your children hurting, so you gave us what we needed. I
thank you for this Help, that speaks on my behalf, guides me to truth, and fills my
heart to overflow.
“I still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now. When the Spirit
of truth comes, He will guide you into all truth, for He will not speak on His own
authority, but whatever He hears He will speak, and He will declare to you the things
that are to come. He will glorify me, for He will take what is mine and declare it to you.
All that the Father has is mine; therefore I said that He will take what is mine and
declare it to you.” John 16:12-15