Lizzy likes to “help” me around the house.
She has her own little broom to sweep along side me as I use the big broom. Of course, her favorite way to “help” is to sweep the little piles I’ve made and redistribute them around the kitchen.
My little helper also assists in the cooking process. She likes to mix things. After scratching my head to find elements of each meal to mix, I finally gave up and started making up things to mix. Rice is very popular. Our rice is well mixed in the Letinsky household.
I often catch myself thinking that I’m God’s helper. As if the omnipotent God with limitless power needs anything from me. It’s my pride, thinking I have something wonderful to offer.
I think I “help” God when I offer my wisdom to someone, whether they want to hear it or not. God has his own method of offering his wisdom, just when the person needs to hear it, in just the right way.
I think I “help” God when I do some small act of service like cooking a meal for people, as if he couldn’t provide for them on his own. I forget about how he says he provides food for the birds, and so much more for us (Matthew 6:26).
Of course, this doesn’t mean I shouldn’t serve others, as a way to serve and glorify God. But I shouldn’t imagine that I’m doing anything that God needs from me—that I could do it any better than he could. I’m not saving him any effort or energy (he’s got limitless stores of both).
I can imagine how God puts air quotes around “help” when he’s describing my service, the same way I do when I talk about Lizzy offering her “help.”
I love having my little helper by my side as I do chores, even though she often makes the process take much longer and have far more complications. I delight in her presence and the time we spend together.
And I’m God’s child. He delights in spending time with me. He loves it when I do things for his sake.
God doesn’t need my pitiful offerings of “help.” But he welcomes them, despite how much I mess up things.
How do you “help” God?