As I am laying on the couch, my foot elevated above my heart, the doorbell rings. Once again I have to bite off and chew up my worldly pride (because it is way to big to just swallow whole). Another dear friend enters with another delicious meal prepared for my family due to the fact that my recent foot surgery has limited my abilities to thoroughly do so.
As deeply grateful as I am for every gal that prepared meals for the first 2 weeks after surgery, I am equally embarrassed and distraught that I can’t do it on my own. Ridiculous, I know. If anyone of them were in my position, I would completely do the same thing and help in anyway possible and not once would I ever think they were weak of character. However sick it may appear, I loathe depending on others. I want to be able to do it ALL myself. After all, even Jesus stated, 35 “It is more blessed to give than to receive. ” Unfortunately my perception of how to balance giving to receiving has been way off.