Help Me Jesus

In our family we don’t take the Lord’s name in vain. Dave and I are pretty strict about it. You won’t even hear Gee Whiz, or Geez around here. You’ll never read OMG on my blog or in my tweets.

Maybe you think I’m a prude, but that’s the rule in our house. Oh, and it just happens to be in a little document called the Ten Commandments too.

The other day David was playing the Wii, and I heard him say, “Jesus!”

My head whipped around. “What did you say? Did you just say Jesus?”

“Yes. I can’t beat this level, and I was asking him to help me.”

“You — were —  praying?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, OK then.”

The faith of a five year old. Calling on the power of the name of Jesus to help him win a video game.  That game seems pretty insignificant, but David was really frustrated over it. Instead of quitting he asked God for help, and kept trying.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. Philippians 4:6 (NIV)

It says everything.

I spend a lot of time asking God for help with the big things, but not always the little, everyday stuff. But I’m trying to remember to do just that.

It might seem silly to ask Him for help with something like getting caught up on the laundry. But if that’s a burden to you, He cares. I can use all the help I can get whether it’s a major crisis, or finding the lost pacifier that I need to soothe a cranky baby.

And that Wii game?

Well, with a little intervention from the Lord and some help from me — hey, the Lord often answers our prayers through other people — David finally made it to the next level.