By Lisa Huddleston 

“In my distress I called upon the Lord; to my God I cried for help. From his temple he heard my voice, and my cry to him reached his ears” (Psalm 18:6).

You probably know some people like this. When they are sick, they say, “Oh no, I don’t need anything. Thanks anyway.” Sometimes even offers of prayer or kind words are turned away as though they somehow make the person weak or beholden to the giver. These people have a “do it myself” attitude. How do I know so much about these folks? I know, because I am one. Even when I had surgery several years ago and had three small children at home, I wouldn’t ask for help. I could handle it on my own even though the pain was unbearable.

But lately, I haven’t been able to handle everything on my own. Call it stress or anxiety or whatever the latest terminology for “freaking out” is, whatever it is, I’ve been its grip. Yes, I have allowed myself to become pretty busy lately. I’m coaching, writing, teaching, and going to school. But what’s the big deal? I can handle it. Well, I can almost handle it. Well, some days I can. However, on the days I can’t, things haven’t been so great.

And, because of my stress and my “advancing years,” my dear doctor husband has been nagging me to go to my internist for a physical. So last week was it. Two doctor’s visits, bloodwork, screenings of various uncomfortable kinds. Oh yeah, it was a fun week. By Friday, I had had just about enough of the whole mess. Feeling more stressed than ever, I did something that was entirely out of character for me. I called a friend to go to the doctor with me. No, it wasn’t a big deal, and all she did was sit with me in the waiting room, but it made all the difference in the world. And, most of all, it knocked some much needed sense into my hard, hard head. I NEED HELP! There, I said it. There really are times when I can’t do it all on my own.

Since that request and my friend’s gracious willingness to hold my hand, God has been pouring blessings all around me. Friends have shared encouraging words seemingly out of the blue. I’ve been hugged several times and even received a sweet kiss on the cheek last night after Bible study. Guess he was just waiting for me to ask. I hope it doesn’t take me so long next time.

I love you, O Lord, my strength.

The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer,

my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge,

my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.

I call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised,

and I am saved from my enemies. (Psalm 18:1-3)

5 thoughts on “HELP!

  1. Paul Clark Jr says:

    God calls us into community. I don’t see many Lone Rangers in the New Testament. Perhaps when we reach out as you did we provide opportunity for the Lord’s design of unity and edifying to take place.

    As always, you have articulated so beautifully. Thanks for your transparency. And P.S. Better listen to Chuck!

  2. Anne Trudel says:

    Good one, Lisa. I’m another stubborn one who doesn’t ask for help very often. I have had to force myself to slow down and ask for help sometimes…and often in doing so, I am blessed by the connection with another person. People really do want to be needed. And I agree with what Paul said about God calling us into community. Glad that Chuck is looking out for you. Give yourself a break when you can. You’ve got a lot going on!

  3. Jill Yochim says:

    What advancements the Lord is making. I may even have a chance 🙂 I love how you make the painful lessons seem so clear. It is so much better when there is help along the way, and a friend’s hand; heavenly!

    • Betty M. Brittain says:

      A wise man once said, “Why should anyone have to ask for help”? If you know someone in need of help, go help them. Don’t let one climb a hill alone, gasping for air and nobody around to make sure they don’t fall. Our father in heaven opened his arms to this man and I know he is so near, but yet, so far. What advances the Lord is making for you Jill, you will have a chance. Yes, it is better when there is help along the way; and a friend’s hand. Have been there; done that!

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