I'm finally getting over this nasty virus, and I think that soon we'll be a healthy household again. Whew!
Yesterday morning, though, I wasn't so optimistic. I woke up feeling awful, and I still had a fever. I was just so frustrated, and so tired.
So I sent a Facebook message to other women from my church, asking if someone could provide us with dinner.
It was a little awkward to send the message--actually asking for a specific type of help. But if I didn't ask, how would anyone know what I needed? So ask I did.
And I ended up with a three people contacting me offering to bring us meals. Wow! By the time dinner arrived, I was feeling a lot better, but it was still wonderful to be able to rest instead of pushing myself to get a meal together.
Here's the thing about asking for help--you're opening yourself up to rejection. But you're also opening yourself up to blessing. And I like to think that for most of us, the blessing is a lot more likely than the rejection.
I was blessed when I needed it...because I asked.