I hate asking for help. I like to be self-sufficient, strong and smart! (My brother says we didn’t get the “self-esteem” gene, but the “I can do it all by myself” gene.) It’s not that I don’t like people…it’s just that I don’t like asking people for help.
When the first bunch of dryer sheets fell behind the dryer I peeked over the machine. It’s not really that many, I thought to myself. I’ll get them later. But then, yesterday, I dropped the rest of the box back there, too-dad gum it! Knowing it was a fire hazard, I decided to get them all by myself.
It was cleaning day. The washer had been busy for hours and was almost filled with water again. Since I did not want a huge mess with water and the drain hoses, it was an obvious choice to pull out the dryer. It was a great idea! I can fix this all by myself, I thought-for only a second. Air started blowing everywhere! Fuzz started blowing everywhere! I peeked again behind the machine. Man-oh! I had pulled the silver twisty dryer hose apart! It looked like a humungous Slinky. Immediately I realized it was not supposed to look like a Slinky. It was supposed to be all together with no air blowing through!
I hefted my not so tiny body up and over the dryer-being extra careful because I have a porcelain ball and socket in one hip. I landed quietly like a ninja behind the washer. It might not have been entirely like a ninja because there were all kinds of cords everywhere, some sticking in my back. I just needed to move the dryer back so the hose would reach it, and re-attach it to the back of the dryer. I didn’t want to bother my beloved with some silly thing I’d done, so I was vewwy, vewwy quiet. Some things sound so much easier in my head! I couldn’t get the dryer to scoot back. (It’s hard to do that when you are behind it!) And I couldn’t unclamp the clamp on the messed up hose. (I didn’t have any tools or my reading glasses. Actually without my reading glasses I could barely SEE the clamp.)
After several grunts and pulls I realized clearly that I needed help. I couldn’t do it alone. It would be stupid or just plain ridiculous not ask to for help.
I called for my beloved. After several shouts, I could hear him moving about. Finally, he yelled, “Where are you?” “Behind the dryer,” I hollered back. “Where?!” he asked again, coming my way. “Behind the dryer,” I repeated.
I was trying to explain very quickly what had happened so that he would know my mistake and that I was actively working to fix it.
Together, not all by myself, we fixed the situation. He scooted the dryer back, I re-attached the hose, tightened the clamp and it worked, praise the Lord in heaven! (Yes, I was praying the whole time!)
When we were finished, it was time for me to climb out from behind the washer and dryer. My ninja skills were gone and I just needed something to step on. There was nothing but hoses back there! My beloved said, “Just hold on to me and I’ll pull you out.” That was so sweet but not even possible. I needed a crane!!! After a few moments of pondering, I hiked my new porcelain hip up and over the washer lid that was now going at full speed. I just rolled over the top and stayed there laughing. I was covered in several years’ worth of dryer fuzz. What a mess! I looked like a dirty sheep!
My beloved is always willing to help me. He loves me dearly and would come to my aid anytime, anywhere. Even though sometimes I do things that are stupid, to get his help, all I have to do is ask.
How much more so with our heavenly Father!
We may have good intentions, but we mess up every single day. We try to fix things on our own, mumbling “I can do it myself!” But deep inside, we know we need help…we’re tired of working so hard but gaining no ground. Just like my beloved, He is telling us, “Just hold on to me and I’ll pull you out!”
One of my favorite chapters in all the Bible is Psalm 18. It says, “In my distress I called to the LORD; I cried to my God for help. From His temple He heard my voice; my cry came before Him, into His ears…. He reached down from on high and took hold of me; He drew me out of deep waters. He rescued me…He brought me out into a spacious place; He rescued me because He delighted in me.” Read the whole chapter; it’s really one to remember. I especially love that last part…the “He delighted in me” because I take up an awful lot of His time!
There are lots of Bible verses about calling out or crying out to God in our time of trouble: Psalm 50:15…call on Me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you. Psalm 55:16…As for me, I call to God, and the Lord saves me. Jeremiah 33:3…and on and on. Peter cried out when he was sinking in water; the disciples when they were in a bad storm.
Whether we’re stuck behind a dryer, in a pit, in a storm, in a financial crisis, in jail, are sick or have suffered loss, Lord, help us to not be too stubborn to ask for help!
Dawn Reed is a columnist for The Floyd County Times.