I Must Tell Jesus

Why do I wait until I'm at the end of my rope or at wit's end, as the case may be,  before I  concede, "I must tell Jesus all of my trials, I cannot bear these burdens alone..."  From which wellspring of arrogance have I drawn the conclusion that I can do any part of "it" myself? When did arrogance hook up with ignorance and produce a burlesque reality that results in this kind of impotence? Obviously, conceit and naivete know no boundaries.

"In my distress He kindly will help me, He ever loves and cares for His own."  I go "tiptoeing through the tulips," oblivious of the flowers being trampled.  Until I look around and see what a mess I've made of my garden. Does my sense of honesty swirl like the waters of Lake Michigan?  Is that why it usually takes some time before I recognize the wreckage I've made of a situation?

Pride rears its ugly visage, and willfulness prevails with its accompanying angst, while I stew in juice of my own concoction for much too long.   Do I trust Him enough to speak unvarnished Truth about myself? Don't I realize He knows my thoughts from afar?  He knows me!" In my distress He kindly will help me, He ever loves  and cares for His own."

The Beatles melodiously cried "Help, I need somebody. Help, not just anybody. Help, you know I need someone, Help!" They never identified the "who" they were needing help from; they just knew they needed something or someone.  Because I come from a culture where God holds preeminence, I know to whom I cry.  Yet, arrogance, ignorance, and pride engender an acute paralysis.

"I must tell Jesus all of my troubles, He is a kind, compassionate Friend.  If I but ask Him, He will deliver, Make of my  troubles quickly an end." It's that simple.  No, I did not say it comes easily because my will draws from the tensile strength of obstinacy.  That's likely why, in Gethsemane, Jesus provided a timeless example of obedience yielding, "Not my will but Thine be done."  Why does it seem like each subsequent blunder and request for help is new? Like it hasn't happened a thousand times before.  Hmm.

Why must I learn the same lesson over and again?  Allegedly, repetition brings about retention,  Is it a memory lapse that trips me up, plain and unadulterated laziness, or moral ineptitude? What?  I know I tire of intoning: "I must tell Jesus! I cannot bear my burdens alone' I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus! Jesus can help me, Jesus alone." 

Help, I need Jesus Christ!