Psalm 121:1, 2
1 I lift my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? 2 My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. (ESV)
A machine can’t intuitively fix itself. Even self-cleaning ovens have to be programmed by someone. For me to think that I can “fix” myself is equally naive.
There has to be a willingness to look “outside” for help. The tricky thing is is this, it’s not hard to convince myself to look “outside” when life is tragic or devastating, but it’s very difficult when its just the normalissues like my tongue, or anger, or lust, or selfishness. Of course “big things” require help, but I live far too often with the illusion that I can somehow take care of the “small things” myself.
Psalm 121 speaks to this issue. My help, my rescue, my wisdom, my strength, my patience, my persistence, they ALL come from from the Lord because He is the source of ALL help.
I need, and I pray that, the Spirit of God would awaken me in big things AND small things to my desperate need for something “outside” of myself to bring resolution, repair, and restoration. May we always “lift our eyes”.