Asking for help is not my natural inclination. Neither is accepting help when it’s offered. It’s much easier to convince myself that I’m creating an unnecessary inconvenience or burden. At the heart of the matter, my inability to ask for and accept help usually stems from a desire not to appear weak. I prefer to “have it all together.” But the hardest days only feel harder when I try to push through on my own.
Instead of believing the lie that asking for and accepting help is a weakness, I’ve begun to see it as an opportunity to connect with others and be served.