Who Do You Look to for Help?
By Keneesha Saunders-Liddie I lift up my eyes to the hills, from where does my help come? - Psalm 121:1 Late one evening, after I arrived home from a long day of work, I started folding a huge pile of laundry. I know what you're thinking. From work to work huh? Yes, that is the life of a working mom. My daughter, who just a few months ago started walking; was busy exercising her legs around my bedroom. She was just looking for something interesting to do. So she decided to go into a tight little space between her crib and dressing table. Everything was fine while she was standing there. I guessed she felt safe being wedged between a folding chair that leaned against her crib and the dressing table. That was until she decided to sit down. I stood there and looked at her, she looked at me and smiled as I shook my head no. It didn't turn out well at all. She soon realized that she couldn't get back up on her feet and she was stuck. The only thing left for her to do after she had tried to get up was to look up at me and cry. She realized that the only way she was going to get out of the pickle was to get my attention and request help. I am her mom, and even though she had disobeyed me, I wasn't going to stand by and hear her wails and turn a blind eye. No. I lovingly drew her out from under the chair and comforted her. | 
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