The H Word

1/16 Is it hard for you to ask for help? Why or why not?

This is the sort of question I want to write "yes" to and then move on with my day. 

After all, who is GOOD at this? And if someone is really good at asking for help- is that actually a good thing? When I get past myself and ask for help I am met with emotions ranging from horrified to liberated. I simultaneously hate the fact that I'm not as strong as I thought and love the fact that I may actually receive the help I'm desperate for. 

But is it hard for me to ask for help? Yes. One hundred percent. Absolutely. 

I love athletics for the lessons and characteristics built in me, but this self-sufficient, I can do it, hide my weakness mentality that high-levels of sport instilled has taken more time to undo and redeem in the last decade than maybe any other heart-project. I am lousy at admitting my limitations, grave at receiving grace, and thought the word 'dependent' to be as offensive as most curse words. 

But I am so dependent. I am so in need of grace. I am stunningly limited. I need help each and every day, in every scenario and no matter what the day holds. 

Part of what the world will preach and applaud with roaring shouts is the idea that we can do this. We got this. We don't need anyone else. We can handle it. We can try again. It will work out. After about 2 minutes on Pinterest it became clear this message is strong.

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When this is the message we see, hear and come across hundreds of times daily, it's no wonder it's so hard for us to ask for help. Asking for help means, automatically:

I don't 'got this.'

I tried again. It didn't work.

Things didn't work out.

I thought I could but I couldn't. 

Determination to rise ran out.

I can't handle it. The bun, coffee and rap only took me so far. 

And can I breathe life into your 'impossible' today? It's okay. It's okay that you don't have this. It's okay your trying doesn't seem to improve anything. It's okay things didn't work out. It's okay you couldn't by yourself. It's okay that your self-will failed you. It's okay that coffee isn't the answer. 

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. 

Because the end of our self-sufficiency is the start of Christ's sufficiency. Help is often the beginning of a new level of strength that we've never experienced. Strength to let go. Strength to trust another. Strength to move on. Strength to be humble. 

I want to be better at asking for help, but I want the deepest cries for help to be directed at the one who is constant and perfect in his aid. 

I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.
— Psalm 121:1-2

Today will we come under the pressure the world is putting on us or bask in the freedom of receiving unending help from the one who can truly give it? Our strength, our ability our independence will eventually run out. 

Ask for help where you need it today. From God. From others. And ask how you can help someone who needs it. Grow with your people and tell us about it below.