I find that the older I get, the less I want to ask for help. When I need help, I find ways of disguising it as a chore for my kids or an invitation for a peer. My boys take after Dad and are noticeably taller than me. When I can't reach something on a high shelf, I ask them to get it down for me. There is a sense of accomplishment when they are both helpful and taller than Mom. When I am feeling sad and alone, I invite people out for coffee. Everyone likes to get away for a little while. I am doing us both a favor.
Trickery aside, I have to face the fact that there are times I feel insignificant in an immense world. Admitting that I am not enough is absolutely terrifying.
Then, there is Jesus. He is there at my door, waiting to be invited in.
Jesus said to His disciples: "Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful. Stop judging and you will not be judged. Stop condemning and you will not be condemned. Forgive and you will be forgiven. Give and gifts will be given to you ... For the measure with which you measure will in return be measured out to you." Luke 6: 36-38
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