Last week I was part of a group of guys that went to pray for a lady who had been diagnosed with cancer. While we were there I caught myself thinking, “I wonder how she feels to have all these people pitch up at her house and pray for her?”
In theory, asking others for help should be easy enough, but sometimes, it isn’t.
This was brought my attention just a day after praying for the lady with cancer. For the last few days, I have had a sore neck and I have battled at times to turn or bend without it being painful. It started last week, went away and then came back on Sunday.
I took painkillers at various intervals throughout the day and hoped that it would go away by the afternoon when I was on duty to facilitate our evening service at church. It didn’t go away and I ended up asking on our chat group if anyone could do the facilitation for me. In the end, our pastor did it, but I realised through the process that I am really bad at asking for help.
I mean really bad. It took a lot of effort to type the message I sent and, even as I type now, I still have feelings of guilt because I burdened someone else with my responsibility.
But I know what a blessing it can be to help others, so why is it so hard to let others help me?