When your life preserver appears: a blessing in disguise

The mini-meltdown occurred a week after surgery to repair my broken wrist. Who knew broken bones require so much energy to heal? Yet as much as I advocate extending grace to ourselves, I struggle. Slowing down feels like punishment; asking for help unnatural. But my shoes need tying before daily walks; and when they come loose, my husband stops, drops to one knee and re-ties. He assists with myriad tasks, picks up the slack and shuttles me to appointments with a smile. However, the next day when our daughter offered to help me, I almost declined. Until I recalled the drowning man who reaches heaven and says, “God, why didn’t you save me?” to which God replies, “I sent you a pickup truck, a boat and a helicopter and you refused them all.” So, when a life preserver appears in the form of help, it could be a blessing in disguise. And for those around us, as well.

When was the last time you asked for help?

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