Looking for Help

So last night, my wife and I are sitting at the table by the sliding doors, the ones leading into the backyard and we heard our black lab, Maxi, hit the doors twice. We didn't know if she was trying to catch something or what, so we opened the door to see. Maxi came in muddy and dripping with water, she had been in her pool, but I could tell that something wasn't right by the way she was acting. She will not usually come right into the house, she will put her head in and look around for the cats, they are also black and this seems to amaze her. But this time she came right in, dripping water and leaving muddy footprints. My wife yelled to get her out, but we both soon realized that something was wrong. When I looked at her mouth it was wet and bloody. My wife held her and I opened her mouth, she had a bone stuck crosswise in her top teeth. I tried several times to pull it out but it was wedged in tight, of course when you have a large, strong dog that wants help but doesn't want to stand still for it, that doesn't help the cause. Finally I got her mouth open enough to get a good look at the bone to see which end was in the least and pulled on that end and released the bone. She was one grateful dog, and still is today.
You know this is the way we are with our Heavenly Father all too often, we go to Him for help but we don't want to stand still for it. We know that we need help, we don't know for sure what needs to be done, but we know how God should do it. Maxi came to the door looking for help, she knew where to find it, and was grateful when it was over. She was afraid, this bone that was going to taste so good turned into pain and fright. But she came to her master (Becky) for the help she had to have. This dog who will not normally allow anyone to love on her, allowed Becky to love on her and she enjoyed it.
Is there a lesson to be learned here? I think so, who knows maybe I will use this in a sermon.