A Plea for Help

Late last week, my friend Trish called. She needed my help. Her plans had suddenly changed and she was scrambling to find folks to keep an eye on her three boys over the weekend. She asked if I would be willing to hang out with them on Sunday night. It was such an easy assignment. I told her, of course, I was more than happy to be able to help.

I hung up the phone feeling energized. I loved knowing that Trish trusted me enough to watch her precious sons. I loved knowing that I was on Trish’s radar as someone who could come through when she was in a pinch. I loved knowing, if for just one night, that Trish needed me. And I loved that I would have the opportunity to do a little something to show Trish how much her friendship means to me.

It made me realize something. I love helping others. But I HATE asking for help.

It’s stupid really…

I feel like I alone must assume responsibility for my sometimes overwhelming burdens.

I forget that I have friends and family who would love to feel trusted, seen, and needed.

I forget that I have a God that would love for me to come to Him, lay down my burdens, and celebrate real trust…and real freedom.

28 Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.   Matthew 11:28

How are you at asking for help? Is there anything I can help you with today?

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Lindsey has a sincere love for her precious dogs Molly and Maisy, a good red wine and the Delta Sky Club.

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