Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Asking for help....strength or weakness????

I don't like to ask for help. In fact, being honest...I think it makes me look weak.  Which is very weird since I LOVE to help others. I don't view others as weak when they need help, so I have no idea as to why I would think others would view me as weak?  Of course if you asked Mark, he would probably say I have no problem asking for help...or maybe it's actually that I am good at giving directions.  :)

Truth be told, I don't even like to ask others to help with the girls......I like it when people offer, but unless I HAVE to have help I very rarely ask people to help.


That being said, lately I have needed help.  But, that whole pride thing has been getting in the way....so instead, I have been trying to do everything, deal with everything myself until it gets to much and then I crash and have a massive meltdown.

After admitting something like this I always feel it is important to tell people that my life is great and that this was just a rare occurrence.....why?  Because I don't want people to think I am weak.  :)

I have lucked out lately....some of the times I have needed help the most...people have been there.  I have been blessed with a husband who listens, understands, and agrees with me.  :)  He shows me the love and compassion that I need when I am at my lowest.

I have been blessed with friends who have texted at the right time, provided me with the comic relief I have needed, or even just been there to support me.

Well, the other day I did something...something a little different for me.  I asked God for help.  Now, don't get me wrong...I talk to God daily, but typically it is all in my head.  My logic has always been that he knows what I am thinking anyways...so I will often turn the radio or TV down and we will have some great "mind conversations."  However, the other day that wasn't cutting it.....so I did what I typically don't do...I spoke out loud.  I simply asked for help.  I think I actually said it about 4 or 5 times.....but it was out loud, it was different.  You know....I think God liked that I actually asked out loud for help.....I don't think he viewed me as being weak.  I actually think he liked it.   It wasn't long before I was feeling better....that inner peace that is so nice to find.  Now, to be honest I took a nap after my "talk" and I felt better mind, body, and soul.



All that being said, I can't help but wonder if asking for help isn't such a bad thing?  Sometimes I think people need to know we need them....an out loud asking.  Just as God knew I needed him, I think he was proud that I asked out loud.....perhaps he even saw it as me being a stronger person????