Several years ago I went on a girl’s trip to the beach for spring break. While we were there it turned cold and, naturally, all I had with me were beach clothes…capris, bathing suit with a nice roomy cover-up to cover up all the bulges, a couple pair of sandals, etc. I’m sure you’ve all probably figured out by now that I’m very cold natured (I told my husband today that my gynecologist yesterday said it was imperative to my health that our thermostat be turned to 71° at all times in the winter but he didn’t believe me, can’t imagine why). That meant a trip to the tourist traps to buy a sweatshirt. Hey, don’t ever pass up a chance to buy a good sweatshirt!
I found a great sweatshirt at the first store we went into. It’s white, a pullover with a hood and a place to put your hands to keep them warm, and it’s long. I bought a big size because I wanted lots of room. In red letters across the front it says LIFEGUARD. I thought it was hilarious because I don’t swim a lick. :) I’m terrified of water over my head. I’ve taken swimming lessons 5 or 6 times…as an adult! The last time I took them I actually jumped into the deep end of the pool, swam across (not very far), treaded water for 60 seconds, and swam back. So technically I guess I know how to swim. But the problem is that when in the water I panic and can’t remember that I know how to do the stroke that would get me to the side so I sink like a rock.
If you think about it there’s a great lesson in that sweatshirt. A Lifeguard on the beach is scanning an area filled with people. He’s trying to see everyone but face it, if the beach is full, what are the chances that he will see someone who’s gone too far out and is in trouble? The person in the water has got to do something to bring the Lifeguard’s attention to himself – wave his hands, yell, scream. If he doesn’t ask for help he might not get any.
But aren’t we sometimes too stubborn to ask for help when we need it? If you’re facing something hard in your life it helps to have lots of people praying but do you ask for prayer? If you wake up to a flat tire the first morning of a new Bible study do you call a friend for a ride or just say, “oh well, maybe I’ll go next time.” If you promised to bake 12 dozen cookies for tomorrow’s school party and you’re exhausted after work do you ask a friend to help? If you’re struggling with a moral issue do you go to a trusted Christian friend and confess what you’re thinking and ask for Godly wisdom?
Asking for help is worse than getting a tooth pulled…for me. And why is that? It’s all about pride, and I don’t want to be prideful. It’s all about arrogance, and I don’t want to be arrogant.
Am I the only one who has trouble asking for help?