Uncomfortable
Last night I decided it was important to let my connection group in with the internal struggles my wife and I have been going through. We didn't mean to take over the whole group, rather I hoped to give a 10-minute talk on what was happening, but we ended up spending an hour and a half just sharing what this struggle has meant to us and at the end my group prayed for us and agreed to help with some stuff around the house that needs getting done.
This was a tough choice for this prideful, do-it-on-my-own man, but I asked my group to share my burden last night. To their credit, everybody cried with my wife and I and came around us to help lift us up and help us in tangible ways to continue to cope with this.
I have hope. Today I should be placed on a therapeutic dose of medicine, and I have six more days until my test to see if we can find anything there. It was tough answering questions about where we are mentally, but I appreciate my group more than I can say helping us out.
Sometimes leading means we need to allow ourselves to be torn down. Sometimes it means we need to not only ask for help, but be willing to accept help when it is proferred. Sometimes it's hard.


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