Helpers

On New Year's Day, I drove to the store for supplies and my dad rode shotgun. Along the way, I asked him to tell me the best place to have my car's brake pads replaced. The next day he was calling around getting prices for brake pads and rotors. It wasn't long until he volunteered to do the job while I paid for the parts. That was never my intent, but in the end I also knew that no one would do a better job than he would.

He traded cars with me on Thursday and started the process of taking off the wheels and identifying exactly what needed to be done. I was able to help him on Saturday. I don't know much about car repair, but I am a good helper. I hand him tools, move lights, get parts, fetch water, clean up and generally ask too many questions. However, I learned a lot and it made the time pass so quickly. Today I realize that I know how to set the foot pounds on a torque wrench, where to put the jack under the chassis, not to touch the new rotors with bare hands, and that I remember the words to all of the old country songs played on WCON 99.3 from Cornelia.

The best part of being a helper is spending time with the person you are helping. I repeat, the best part of being a helper is spending time with the person you are helping. I bet God thinks the same thing when He helps us.

John 14:26 But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all things that I said to you.