“Help” is one of my most favorite prayers. When we can find our way to the voice that remembers how to ask for help, we are more than halfway home.

How many times in the last couple of years have I found my way, just in time, back to the altar.

Back to the simple recognition that what needs help within me has the capacity to ask for help.

“Help” is a noble and potent act of courage, of heart, of letting our vulnerability lead.

How many times have I found myself alone, awake in the dark of night, my heart aching and my mind racing, trembling in the face of all that I cannot control.

And then, by some grace, I remember: “Help. Please help!”

Such a sacred prayer, tossed up like a dove into the vast, listening mystery.

“Help” is the opening.

It’s the crack that then avails us to the help that is always, already here.

If we allow it, this prayer reveals the help that is simply waiting to be opened to, waiting to be named and claimed within us.

How many times have I found myself blinded by trigger, or exhaustion, or hormones; reeling in false identification, dangerously close to making some reactive mess—and then I remember that I can ask for help.

“Help” carries a cleansing honesty that clears the mind of defense, of arrogance, of self-righteous posture, of a victim narrative.

It brings us to our knees.

It beckons right relationship with both struggle and Grace.

It grounds us in the humble place from which we can open our minds and hearts again.

“Help” is the gateway to radical mercy, to self-compassion, to the humility that allows us to receive.

So simple. So powerful. Always available. Try it.

I love you. 💖