I don’t like asking for help, not at all. I’m very independent & entirely appreciate doing things in my own, full stop. So, if you’re like me, or know someone that specializes in being independent, this blog might be enlightening, maybe.
Last week, I had surgery on my shoulder to repair some damage from a stupid snowboarding accident. Since the surgery, I’m confronted with some choices:
*I can ask my daughter to help me or I can be clothing impaired, at best ,)
*I can ask for help with cooking or we can all eat microwave popcorn, kind of
*I can get some help with the pain or be cranky & unsocial
* I can get used to asking for help or just grit my teeth for a season & hope that no one obliterated in the meantime
All this to say that Jesus called the Holy Spirit our Helper. So for me, when I’m independent minded, I find myself resisting Who the Holy Spirit is in my life: the Original Help 🙂