If You are my help

Psalm 121
A song of ascents.
1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.

3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.

7 The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.

Last night a fellow (meaning a professor staying amongst the residents) was asking me how I was coping with school. 

As I looked back, I wondered if I was doing worse this semester. There was just so much action going on. I can't help but feel a tinge of dissatisfaction with some of the results (I'm looking at you, 3252 and 3257) but then other things occurred to me. 

I recall especially how after Open Day I skipped dinner and slept at 9. Waking up at 3, braving the hunger and weariness and finishing the last bits of the Sunday school lesson plan. 

I recall those days, where though I was incredibly insolent, You stayed by my side and watched over me. Where in desperation I cried "God help me!" and surely You came. 

I can never (aside from the concept of grace) understand why You would come. 

But now, I want to commit these things to memory. Help me live conscious of Your faithfulness. 

If You are my helper, 

make me Your worker.