Ask for Help
Be Blessed, Bless Others
How do you know when you’re sinking? My tell is avoiding eye contact. With myself, loved ones, Yahweh. The “Don’t look, we are naked!” And “who told you that you’re naked?” conversation in Genesis.
My soul is naked. In this dark place, nobody is coming. Before I became a mom, I would sit here for days. Melancholy, introspective, aloof. I did find some pretty words and decent stories. At what cost? My bleeding heart. A sacrifice to darkness. Did God really say that? hisses the serpent.
Now, there’s NO TIME for that! Motherhood is refining, absolutely. God DID say that, get up and walk. He says to me today, ask for help.
So I did. And I do. Humans are communal. We crave connection. Furthermore, Little Christs want to please GOD! I starting to see that asking for help is a way to bless others.
Picture this: Would you mind coming over while I cook us dinner? Easy. A friend gets a warm meal. I get company. Another, Would you be open to babysitting for me? I’ll give you $/hour. A break for me. Cash for her.
Identify the need
Ask for help
The Lord said “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30.
It turns out what I really needed today was an hour to not think about much, and complete focus as I cooked chicken alfredo. Oh, and to wash and blow dry my hair.
Here’s to more community. More helping others. More asking for help.