In my early teens, I babysat for the family across the street.
Their children included a six-month-old girl and incorrigible twin four-year-old boys. The baby girl’s needs were simple. However, every time I tended to her needs, the boys used their unfiltered creativity to entertain themselves.
When I gave her a bottle, they took their bunny out of its cage, placed it on the record turntable, and watched it barf. While I changed her diaper, they decided it would be even more fun to put the bunny in the dryer and see it barf in there.
While I was rescuing the bunny, and cleaning up after it, they went into the garage, brought the lawnmower inside, and sucked up a throw rug into the mechanism.
As I rectified the lawnmower-rug encounter, I smelled smoke. I rushed upstairs to the kitchen to discover they had set the kitchen curtains on fire with their chemistry set.
I called the fire department and my mother—who ran across the street with an extinguisher as I corralled the three siblings on the sidewalk. The volunteer firemen arrived just as my mother declared victory over the flames.
My mother trained me as a babysitter before I was hired, so I knew whom to call when I needed help with a flaming chemistry experiment. My parents taught me about God and how to pray to Him, so, like the psalmist, I knew whom to call when I needed help with life issues.
When our relationships, finances, or health issues spin out of control, we can call on God. He waits eagerly for us to do so. And we don’t have to wait until things become an emergency.
Why not get to know God now by calling upon Him?
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Laurie Herlich followed the Lord’s leading across the country to the promised land of Northeast Tennessee. There she writes cozy mysteries and devotions in a converted garden hut situated in her back yard.