She had just moved to the area, and we connected through a local Facebook group where I had posted looking for help with my outdoor space. As she helped me (she did most of the work, I'll be honest) we got talking. I learned that she had a teenage daughter and was so grateful for my post as she needed a bit of extra money to make rent that week. I had been gushing her praise for how well she dug up each weed and how fast she cleared things up, when she looked at me and stated simply, "you don't need to feel bad that you need help. If you didn't need help, I wouldn't have the chance to earn the money I'm short. That's how God takes care of us- by giving us each other."
I still remember how full of joy I was with her straightforward, kind way of looking at the situation. It was true, we both needed each other. We both were helping each other with unique challenges that were difficult in their own way.
Ever since then I have looked at times when I struggle as God's way of pushing me to be brave enough to ask for help. I certainly wish that I was strong all the time. I wish I didn't have this chronic fatigue. However, I have learned to find joy in those who serve me and to do my part to serve as well. Sometimes that's staying positive when it's hard. Sometimes it's paying generously for help. Sometimes it's taking time to read a book to my girls as I cuddle them extra tight and give myself wholly to them in that moment.
Chronic illness is no joke, and at times it can seem as though I need constant help. As I choose to look at needing help as a win-win situation, I find the courage and the compassion to get the help I need. When I'm brave enough to get help quickly, I usually avoid needing (though not always) massive amounts of help later on.
So be brave. Be compassionate. Be helpful in your unique ways as you ask for the help you need!
