There are two kinds of people in this world. Those that never ask for help and those that always ask for help.
How’s that for a generalization? Honestly though, that’s how I perceive it. If you haven’t guessed, I fall on the side of never asking for help. And it’s making me miserable.
It’s funny because I know people who really need help and it annoys me when they don’t ask for it. I look at them like they are too proud to ask for help. They don’t want anyone to think someone as awesome as them would ever have any problems.
And yeah, that is pride. But not asking for help because you don’t want to bother people is false humility. And that’s pride too. It’s not fun to admit, but it’s one of the biggest issues I deal with.
It’s funny because I’ll bend over backwards to help a friend in need. I’ll drop plans and go out of my way to make sure I do whatever I can for them. But for whatever reason, I don’t always believe they will do this for me.
I have a bad habit of making decisions for people. I say to myself, “Look at what they are already dealing with. They aren’t in a place to deal with my problems too.” I don’t share what I’m going through because I don’t want to be a burden to anyone. I keep it inside and power through it on my own.
What I totally miss is that while I’m going through my own junk, I have no problem helping people with their issues. And while I do, God gives me grace to be strong for them.
So why don’t I give others the opportunity to have the same feeling I get when helping others?
But it doesn’t feel like pride because I think I’m protecting people from taking on more than they can handle. What happens is that I take on more than I can handle.
I can deal with a lot…for a long time. But eventually I hit a wall. And then I fall apart.
I’m tired of waiting until I can absolutely no longer deal with issues any longer and I break down. I feel like it’s a disease and I really need help.
The irony is that I can’t ask for help to get help with asking for help.
My wife sees this in me and I’m so thankful that she pushes me. She stretches me out of my comfort zone and she challenges me to ask for help. Even if it means that I don’t talk to her about it. She just wants me to talk to SOMEONE.
This isn’t one of those posts where I share my experience, how God did something awesome and got me through it, then I share with you to encourage you. I’m still in the middle of this one.
I feel challenged to share this before I get the victory. I believe there are many of you who have the same struggle. I believe there are some of you that have overcome it.
Today I want to ask for help. I ask for your prayers. I ask for your thoughts. Let me know if you are dealing with this too. Let me know if you’ve overcome this and found the freedom I’m longing for in this area.
The stage is yours now. I’ve done my part. At least for today.
Do you have a hard time asking for help?