At camp there is a challenge on the ropes course where you are blindfolded and you are led to a rope where you have to hold on and follow the rope around (sort of like a maze) in order to find the ending. The trick that the campers don't know is that the only way to get off the rope is to ask for help.
Today was definitely the day when I realized I needed to take the blindfold off and ask someone to help.
Since my car has been broken I've realized that there is a deep prideful spirit about me that had yet to surface until a drive home from Disneyland.
I've been having to rely on everyone for quite a while, and it is so hard for me to accept offers when it comes to help...especially if I have to ask for it.
I think it originated when I realized that the vibe of the majority of the people that I spent time with back in the day was that they were all "Daddy's Girls" and got almost everything they wanted handed to them. I was never one of those girls. I've been taught in live to work hard for what you get and to use what you make and be wise with how much you use.
My parents are incredible, and upon the many life lessons that they have blessed me with, using my money well was something that I had to learn by experience versus their great teaching.
I hate that I struggle with being to prideful to ask for help. I think I am just scared that I'll take advantage of someone or use too much or be a pain.
Instead of being dared something crazy today I got hit with a dare that needed to happen. Christ created us to be in relationship with one another, and He blesses us by one another. I'm heading into a new semester, new roomie, new dorm, new friends, and I'm so excited to see where God is taking me.
It is time to realize that help is only a slice of humble pie away.
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