What I learned from a 2 1/2 year-old about asking for help

Hands

“Can you please help me?”

As I bend down, my 2 1/2 year-old niece hands me a lollipop in a plastic wrapper.

It’s my 5 year-old niece’s birthday and the girls and their cousins have just beaten a piñata to pieces, liberating all the lollies onto the concrete slab of the carport. The piñata started out as a large number five covered in a rainbow of coloured paper strips, and ended in a mangle of torn cardboard quickly forgotten in the scramble for sugared treasure.

The lollipop comes from my young niece’s treasure hoard.

Tearing from the top, I peel back the plastic skin and place the glistening lollipop back into her waiting hand.

There’s something precious in her question. She believed and trusted that I was willing and able to give the help that she needed.

It is one of my favourite auntie moments, being asked for help.

And I can’t help but wonder if that’s a little how God feels when I come to him, asking for help and trusting him to answer.

But so often I try to do things on my own. So often I tell myself that I should be able to do something without having to ask for help.

Even when I really need it.

So often I’m that other version of a two year-old: “I can do it myself.”

Despite all evidence to the contrary.

So often I’m afraid that I really am on my own.

“Do not fear, for I am with you;
Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you, surely I will help you,
Surely I will uphold you with my righteous right hand”
Isaiah 41:10, NASB

As I was my niece’s helper, so God is my helper.

I don’t need to beg or whine or demand his help. God is my helper, and he is delighted when I trust him to take care of me.

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