An exchange with a Facebook friend got me thinking.
How much of my struggle in life is a result of ignoring my own limits?
How much pain do I inflict on myself because I won’t admit I need help? Why do I insist on living to the edge of endurance and emotional capacity?
Why, why, why do I try so hard to keep up a front of invincibility?
Pride goads me like a whip.
Pride makes me say, “yes” when I should say, “no”. Pride whispers the lie to my heart that I can be everything to everyone because I am “all that”. Pride makes me believe I am the focus of others’ attention and conversation when they probably haven’t even noticed.
When I try to do too much, I am unable to do anything well. When I spread myself too thin, I guarantee that I’ll crack under the pressure of keeping up appearances.
Truth is, I’m not fooling anyone. And I’m not serving myself or others well.
I’m learning some lessons in this Valley and one of them is to try to accept my limits. I need to be honest about how much I can and cannot do, what I can and cannot carry alone.
Admitting I am human is hardly a unique confession-it’s the plight of all who walk the earth. When I do, I invite others to walk alongside and assist me in carrying the load.
Asking for help isn’t weakness, it’s strength.