Day 12 of 365

Is "HELP" a Bad Word?

This week has caused me to realize a few things and observe a few things that I could do a year ago, and I can no longer do now. (Those year anniversaries, suck.) I found myself asking for HELP this week. I never have had to ask for HELP, I always was the HELPER, or the GIVER. I always raised my hand first. Now, I

 am finding that I am the one asking for help. Don't get me wrong, I have been asking for Help from Tom, and he does everything he can. (laundry, grocery shopping, opening cans, errands, dishes, etc.) He has even gotten to the point of anticipating when I need help, "dropping me off at the front door of a store", opening a bottle before he hands it to me, etc. But, Tom is not physically able to do everything
We are a team. We always have been. This week I asked for help from several GOOD friends. Help setting up and organizing my Open House to sell
off my crafts supplies. AND the BIGGIE--- I asked for help from somebody to clean my house. The weird thing is, I couldn't even CALL this person (a good friend of mine-- I TEXTED HER!) Who texts a good friend to come and help you clean their house? I mean, is this what RAD has done to me...? Yes-- in reality it has. Is it a bad thing? I am not sure, let me get back to you on that one.

Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13
Blessings~ Kim