Last night, I went out to dinner with a sweet friend and her husband. I met her back in 2004 while volunteering in Thailand at an orphanage. She is a dear, sweet lady. She is quite precious really. Anyway, I was able to tell them about being a foster parent. I shared some of the ups and downs. I became quite passionate while talking about being foster parent. I really do love being able to help children. I digress. Today, they went to church with me and then had lunch at my house with me and the girls. It was fun. They were great with the girls, and my girls loved them. What happened after lunch though is what really moved me. It started out with them just helping clean up after lunch. Next thing I know, they were helping clean my house! I was surprised. It was an unexpected blessing. I almost cried. I know I've not been the best house keeper since the girls came. I have more paper clutter than ever before. I'm not exactly proud of the state of things around the house. I'm just so busy trying to keep up with the girls that cleaning and organizing hasn't been top priority.
I didn't ask for help. They just pitched in because they care about me. As her husband put it, "We aren't doing this because you are messy. We are doing this because we can't do what you are doing, but we can help out in this little way." I almost cried again. It is harder than it should be for me to accept help.
Why do we all feel this need to do things on our own? Why is it so hard and humbling to accept help? We were never meant to do this life on our own. God made us to live in community, to have a support system. We all have different abilities and callings. As the body of Christ, we are to come together and aide each other in fulfilling these callings.
I can't be a foster mom on my own. I want to think that I can. But I can't plain and simple. I need to allow myself to accept help whenever it is offered. It may be humbling, but pride needs to be done away with anyway. :)
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