help me

family reunion: al, dillan, & i after hiking around devil's lake in wisconsin
the three musketeers: andrea, brittany, & kyla

I'm moving in a week. Change is a tough thing. I'm evaluating my entire life in Sioux Center and realizing that it will never be the same coming back. I wonder if it will always feel like home to me, or if that will change. Maybe I'll have two homes. That would not be a bad thing.

To all those out there who are facing big changes, I feel for you. Uncertainty is scary. But as my mother said this afternoon, without change, we can't grow. I rolled my eyes when she said this. And we both know it's trite. But you know what? Trite means that it's overstated, and that means it's true. And when I look back at the last 5 years of my life, I realize that I have grown a lot. Not without pain and frustration and heartache, but I've survived it. And a dear friend reminded me today that we don't do any of this on our own.

Lord, help me walk

Another mile, just one more mile;

I'm tired of walkin' all alone.

Lord, help me smile

Another smile, just one more smile;

You know I just can't make it on my own.

I never thought I needed help before;

I thought that I could get by - by myself.

Now I know I just can't take it any more.

With a humble heart, on bended knee,

I'm beggin' You, please, help me.

Come down from Your golden

And throne to me, to lowly me;

I need to feel the touch of Your tender hand.

Remove the chains of darkness

Let me see, Lord let me see;

Just where I fit into your master plan.

I never thought I needed help before;

I thought that I could get by - by myself.

Now I know I just can't take it any more.

With a humble heart, on bended knee,

I'm beggin' You, please, help me.

--Johnny Cash