I had the opportunity to help a friend who was sick recently and was impressed with her ability to accept my help. It has always been easy for me to jump in and help someone in need, but to accept help has been much more difficult for me.

When I was pregnant with my third child I had some problems with the baby trying to come early, so I had to rest a lot. This was difficult having two small children at home. Many people offered to watch the kids, clean, or cook dinner—but I continually told everyone I was fine, I could do it. I just couldn’t accept help even though I was so stressed about taking care of my young children, and resting enough that my baby girl didn’t come early. My 4 year old became very good at pouring cereal, making toast, sandwiches, and salads for everyone. The kids could get themselves dressed and did a great job picking up the house and found it fun to vacuum, sweep, mop, etc. —I wish they still found those responsibilities fun:) —It wasn’t until towards the end that I accepted some help and what a relief to see my kids eating nutritious meals without the work or worry. I realized I had been very prideful. Luckily my kids gained confidence through their added responsibilities instead of feeling neglected.

Fast Forward 18 months. My husband moves to another state and I stay behind to sell the house. During this time I’m told I can’t drive anymore because they don’t know why I’m fainting and also told I need to have sinus surgery. I was desperate for help. I had No husband and three small children to care for. The wonderful women from my church drove me to numerous doctor appointments, to church, and all those other errands we don’t think much of until we can’t drive. I loved the long talks I had with these wonderful women while driving to and from appointments. I learned a lot during this time! These women  listened to my fears as I waited for results from each test I had done and were there when I finally knew why I was fainting and how to control it. They brought dinner to my family and helped watch my children when I had surgery. They did so much! I came to really know these women and love them. I had lived by some of them for years and now finally felt like I truly knew them. We formed such deep bonds— it made it much harder to move when it was time.

It just makes me wonder how many wonderful people do we miss out on getting to know because we don’t accept help. When we serve others and accept help we have the chance to form relationships on a much deeper level.

Go out and serve, but don’t forget to accept help when it comes your way.