I lift up my eyes to the hills— from where will my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. He will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you will not slumber. He who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is your keeper; the Lord is your shade at your right hand. The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord will keep you from all evil; he will keep your life. The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in from this time on and forevermore. (Psalm 121)

Above is St. Francis of Assisi and the Miracle of the Spring by Giotto. In many churches today is specifically celebrated in memory of St. Francis.

I need help. Help is promised. Help is offered. Too often I don't recognize the help. Sometimes I see the help but am too proud or ashamed to accept it. I can insist on stumbling and tumbling toward disaster. Finally - if only in desperation - I may reach out.