Accepting Help

Living far from family and having a husband that works LONG hours makes for an interesting life. There are times when I really need help, but the access to help is so very limited.

But, as a Christian who actively participates with a small group and a church, I am part of a community of believers who know that the calling on our life is to serve one another. The problem is, so often I, and many others, struggle with accepting that help.

This week, not only have I forced myself to accept the help, I have asked for help.

Being 7 months pregnant, exhausted, with kids who have been wack-a-moling a sickness since last week, I realized that accepting help is ok, encouraged even.

So, I asked for someone who was already heading to town to pick up a prescription for the baby, and I accepted the offer of two separate women bringing dinner over on two separate nights.

It's not easy being vulnerable enough to accept help. But I am realizing that if these ladies were not interested in helping, or couldn't help, they would not offer it.

We are called to serve to the point of sacrifice, just like Jesus served--cleaning his disciples feet just before his death. I'm grateful for a group of women who see this and embrace it. I'm grateful that I also have this group of women that I am able to serve, as well.

It's doesn't seem like much, but in this culture of I can do it all, all by myself, it's nice to be part of a community that asks for and accepts help when its offered or needed!