Asking for help does not come naturally to me.
I'd like to think I have it all together. Or at least I like for it to appear that way. So when someone asks, "Is there something I can do to help?" and I breezily reply, "Oh, no, I've got it, thanks," I am hopeful it may actually seem as though I really do have it all together!
Nothing can be farther from the truth. I can always use some help. Pride and stubbornness prevent me from admitting that freely, I guess, and just asking.
Last week, as I prepared for the upcoming delivery, I knew I would be okay. Pete would take excellent care of me, as always. He would also take good care of the children. But I wondered: who will take care of him? I mean, I know there are times when one of us carries a greater share than the other and that's just the way it is…but I determined I would do what I could to help him out.
And so I turned to my network of friends and family. In response to their offers of assistance, I humbly asked if they would be willing to feed my family one meal during my recovery period. Everyone enthusiastically agreed.
It wasn't easy to for me ask, and I tried not to feel bad doing so. These women are my friends and of course I would help them if they asked me, right? In an instant, with a glad heart! I recognized they very much wanted to help me and my family.
The meals have truly benefited the entire family – Petey especially. And there is more coming still. I know he appreciates not having to figure out what to make for dinner after a day of corralling the kids and waiting on me hand-and-foot. And as an added bonus, I am able to visit with these friends for a short while when they drop off their meals.
I know the next time I need help with something, I'll probably still balk and hesitate to ask, but maybe I won't be quite as stubborn and prideful. I hope I remember what a blessing it was having a little extra help.