Help Comes from God – Psalm 121:1-4

We were sick with the flu last week. Both of us. At the same time.

In one of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s “Little House” books there’s a story about Laura being delirious with fever and her mother spooning drops of water into her mouth. As her disease progressed Laura realized her mother’s care had stopped. When she could manage to lift her head, she saw why; both her parents were sick in bed.

He is near

Laura debated trying to slide onto the floor to crawl to the water bucket for a drink, she was so thirsty. She knew she’d have to stop and rest along the way, maybe increase her suffering on the cold, hard floor. Thankfully, a neighbor discovered the family’s need and brought help.


“I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from?

My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip—he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.”

Psalm 121:1-4 NIV


God sends help

Jerry and I are doing much better. Our dear daughter picked up what we needed at the store and made meals for us. However, during the long night when I lay awake wrestling with my sickness, it was the One Who Doesn’t Sleep who stayed with me and sustained my soul. I’m so glad he doesn’t have down time.

Whether he commands an army to cross mountains to defend us, or sends a kind hand to bring soup for our comfort, the Maker of heaven and earth is never far away.

by Kathy Sheldon Davis