Do you find it hard to ask for help? I do.

And I’m beginning to realize it’s because of pride. I have an
older neighbor to thank for this lesson—sometimes it really is easier to see
the beam in another’s eyes…but we got to come back and examine our own view
too.

You see my neighbor, who isn’t old by today’s standards,
does have some type of respiratory problem…she gets short of breath often. At
these times, she needs to sit down and rest. But, because she lives alone and
is independent and so used of doing stuff for herself, she doesn’t like to ask
for help; she wants stuff done when she wants them done…and unfortunately, when
you have to seek assistance, it’s just not always at the exact time (and definitely
in the exact way) you’d want it done.

So, while watching her struggle to lift something that was
clearly too heavy for her in her current condition, I asked if I could help; of
course, I had to go into the house, grab my child and lock my door (so my assistance
was delayed a bit). We got things in storage and a worker in our condo reminded
her that he’d help too; he was available…but of course, she’d have to catch him
when he was not working on anything that required immediate attention…she’d
have to wait on him and his schedule.

So, from her I am reminded that we are meant to be
interdependent…not independent and thinking we can do things all on our own all
of the time. Sometimes I’m going to need you, sometimes you’re going to need me
(or someone else).

I have a feeling that those of us who got married after
years of living the single life have to be even more intentional about the call
to be interdependent…just saying!

How are you learning to be more interdependent?