Help a sister out


You know those things that everyone seems to notice about you, yet you remain oblivious to the fact? I got one. I didn’t know that I’m not good at accepting help. 

It only recently became apparent that the root of this is in my need for perfection. Having things less than together results in needing help, if I need help my life must be in chaos, and chaos just won’t do because nothing will make me panic faster than disorder. 

There it is, the root of all evil: fear. Gabby Bernstein said that the presence of fear is a sure sign that you are trusting in your own strength. To be strong is to be vulnerable and vulnerability sometimes looks like accepting help, letting it change a distorted view of perfection while accomplishing more than I would on my own. 

Baby steps. 
We were at a concert standing close to the stage by anyone’s standards, but I am 5 feet tall and it doesn’t matter how close I am to the stage, I’m only as good as my highest pair of heels so I can look over the crowd. 
But I wore flats, and just when I had resigned myself to never seeing the artists I paid good money to see, Shalem threw me over his shoulders. 

Accept the help. Believe in the power of many over your strength alone. Let yourself be carried, the view is better from up there. 

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  1. This was such a great reminder. Beautifully written. Thank you, Fernanda!

    This piece of writing reminded me of this part of the Bible: “Two people are better off than one, for they can help each other succeed.”
    ‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭4:9‬ ‭NLT‬‬

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