My daughter’s meltdown was right smack dab in the middle of mine, and while my stalwart husband was quietly nursing his own wounds over a perplexing disappointment. But thank God for the woods.
It was there I received a phone call from my child saying she was ready to chuck it all and drive straight home to Colorado. We talked and prayed through some things and I told her to first of all not make any decisions until after Fall Break (during which she will spend a week camping with beloved family in Oklahoma) and secondly to call her best buddy and ask if she can come over. Most important of all, we got rid of the poisons due to taking offense, including being offended by a Christian “minister” who insulted homeschoolers (yes, Rebekah was homeschooled) in her presence. But back to someone much more important – a true friend, and the one I told Rebekah to call.
“I don’t want to bother her, she’s doing a report (or something like that)” was Rebekah’s reply. “Call her! She’s called you crying before and you came to her rescue. She’s also good at rescue.”
So, as Rebekah called her friend I called mine, who has known and loved my daughter all her life. “Could you just call and encourage her and pray with her?” I asked, knowing it was a done deal, and a good deal.
There’s lots more to this story, like how God showed off the very next day for Rebekah and with one blessing after another throughout the day. I’m talking BIG stuff and REAL breakthroughs, and beautiful blessings. Isn’t that so often the way when we think we can’t take any more – victory is around the very next corner!
I pondered how often we don’t ask for help when we really need it, when we really should ask for it, and how we do ask for help when we really don’t need it. And when I talked it over with my brother, Cal, he said this: “It’s an honor to be asked for help.”
So, let’s not be always pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps, and let’s know that it’s OK to ask for help. Rebekah told me she didn’t like to call me when she was lonesome and upset, because she knew it would be hard for me to hear her cry. “I didn’t want to put that on you,” she told me. But she said that she’d learned her lesson, and wouldn’t be doing that any more.
Praise God! How I HATE the thought that she would cry alone, all alone, so far from home.
I know God must feel the same way when we don’t come to Him with our troubles, and unburden our hearts to Him.
Thanks for listening,
P.S. Speaking of asking for help, I haven’t posted recently because I have been trying and trying and really trying to figure out how to get back on this website – couldn’t sign in, and coudln’t figure out the problem. Finally, I got my husband involved, and I’m happy to say he couldn’t figure it out for a good while, either. But he did, and I’m posting again!
I have pictures to share very soon – some new decorating I’ve done. I’m inordinately pleased with the outcome, especially as it cost almost nothing – there was great use of what was right under my nose!
P.P.S. Catch John and me, along with Crystal Lyons (crystallyons.com) tomorrow, Wednesday the 9th of October, at 8:00 am Mountain Time.
We’ll be on https://1360khnc.com/