A few nights ago, after a day of running here and there
we came home and settled in for the night.
With kids and PJs on, to the sofa I dropped.
Ready for bed, I realized I'd left somthing in the car.
An exasperated Mr. H: "I'll get it."
He too was tired and ready for bed and a little irritated too.
You know how we women are sometimes.
HARD HEADED with a no-way-do-I-need-your-help attitude.
Me: "Oh, nooooo you want. I've got it."
Stubborn and headstrong, I run down the stairs,
slide on wet algae from new sod
and skin up elbows and knees.
Yes, laugh! It's okay. I did too.
I'm sure those looking below did too.
That should have taught me a lesson, but Nooooooooo!
Here I am today, still stubbon, still hard-headed and still headstrong.
I enjoy my little journey around the area.
I shop Antiques shops and junk stores and consignment shops.
I mean, "window shop."
On the way home, I realized I need a "few" groceries.
No woman can go and pick up only one thing,
thus 6 bags full including
a gallon of milk, eggs, vitamin water(s)
and enough for three meals.
So again, what do I do???
Carry ALL bags up the appartment steps myself.
Out of breath and exhausted I fall in the door
and groceries spill everywhere.
Mr. H: "Why didn't you call me and ask for help?"
There are two things that I continually fight from within,
asking others for help and trying to do it myself before asking God.
"Carry each other's burdens and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ."
I'm okay with carrying someone else's burdens,
why can't I ask for help when I need someone to help carry mine?
Somehow that independent spirit (is that what God calls PRIDE?)
transfers to my relationship with God.
Where is it that is says,
"Cast your burdens on the Lord and he will sustain you?"
In other words, He will Carry You.
Ok, Lord, I'm listening.
You have my attention now.
I'll trust in the ONE who made the rainbow
because I believe in HIS promise!