Asking For Help

I discovered something about myself recently, and it ties directly into the sorrows in my life. I've realized how hard it is to ask for help.  Recent suicides of famous people have many talking about just reaching out for help. Of not being afraid to ask for help. Help is available, it is, of that I have no doubt.  Owning that you can't do something yourself is what holds us up.

My needs are smaller, less catastrophic, and still they are a hurdle. I need help with getting my weed whacker started. I know, it's laughable in a way. I can't get the push mower to start, hence the burning desire to get the weed whacker started. I've asked my son, who gave me long distance directions, I've checked YouTube video's, and I'm still stuck. I need someone with a big tractor to mow the ditch on the north side of the lane. I'm not willing to test my ability to tow the riding mower out of the ditch if I get it stuck. And I'm not willing to risk tipping it over. My kids love that I have that built in sense of self preservation. I need to get past the mind set that when life gets difficult I'll just work harder and live with less. Working harder and going without closes the doors to blessings from an abundant God. Certainly the God of seek and you shall find, ask and you shall receive will do the happy dance as I find my voice to ask for help.

So I'm throwing it out there. I need help. I need help in connectivity, in reaching out and owning I can't do it all alone. I need help in owning that hard times also are opportunities to grow more, not just do with less. I need to share when life is hard instead of struggling alone. I need to lean in. I need to trust. Especially when the tendency is to back off and isolate. So there it is, I owned it. I hope you can too, where ever you are in life.