I’ll never forget, I was laying in the snow, my leg bent unnaturally and my skis stuck in the snow and still attached to my boots, which were holding my legs prisoner to their twisted fate. “Help!”
I made eye contact with the nearest group of skiers, begging them with my eyes and voice to assist me. They turned away. I looked toward another two skiers walking closely past me as I lay stuck, “Please, help”. They, too, continued on toward their destination of the warm lodge up ahead. I couldn’t believe it.
Here I lay, fifty feet from the clearly marked “Ski Patrol” building, only several hundred feet from the main Lodge, with at least thirty people within feet of me, but no one would help me. The pain was unbearable, my heart was thundering, and a slow feeling of panic was beginning to well up inside me. Finally, help arrived in the form of an attractive man wearing a clearly marked Ski Patrol badge on his black coat. Relief swept over me, as my imprisoned leg was released, though the pain seemed to spike upward as my leg was finally returned to its natural position.
This, my first, and last, time skiing.
Have you ever found yourself desperately calling for help, or wanting help, but no-one would respond?
I must admit, I, have also been on the other side of the twisted leg. I have ignored pleas for help, and oh how I wish it wasn’t true.
I remember one such time, a close acquaintance/friend was in town for brief time with his fairly new wife. My hubby and I had planned a trip to my favorite place for the weekend – our family cabin. We received a call from our friends the morning we were to leave, he asked if we could get together with them, I explained our predicament, and, I still remember he asked – again. I thought it odd, he said “please” and something to the effect of he’d really like to get together.
It still pains me some to tell you – I said “no”.
Our lives were at full swing in those days – two busy full time careers, a busy social calendar, church commitments, weekly bible study. Life was full, too full. Within six months of that weekend, I heard through the grapevine that his wife had left him.
Oh how I wish I had been willing to be present for our friends. To show up when they needed me.
People will let you and I down – they won’t always answer your call.
I believe one of the most stellar qualities about God is –
God always shows up!
God always answers our calls for help.
Over and over again in the Bible God promises He will be there. He will show up. He will answer our call. He will not leave us alone. He is always, I repeat, always, faithful.
How amazing it is that the God of the entire universe promises to show up for us.
“The Lord is near to all who call on Him, to all who call on Him in truth… He hears their cry and saves them.” Psalm 145:18
Getting people to answer our calls is tough.
God answers all our calls!
“Call to me and I will answer you.
And tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know”
**Lord, Thank you for answering my calls. Please open my eyes to see the great and mighty things You have for me. Amen.