However, I will have to say accepting meals from people can be a very difficult thing. I remember while I was still single and living on my own I had been pretty sick. A friend that lived two apartments down for me offered to make a meal for me. In my pride, I thanked her but turned her down knowing full well that I would probably have to go pick something up somewhere because I was not up to cooking for myself. I met with my mentor very briefly that afternoon and she basically told me that I needed to let people be generous and let them serve. She challenged me to go back to this friend and accept the meal. Talk about a killing of pride. It was a good lesson. I was blessed by my friend being so gracious and generous. Plus, I ate a really good meal!
Fast forward to 2008 when Miss L arrived early in December of that year. Our church at the time blessed us with an abundance of meals even though we lived almost an hour away from where most people lived. They got creative and it was a blessing for sure. When Miss A arrived in 2010 we were in a bit of transition but sweet friends put together meals and we were well taken care of during that time. When Miss S arrived our church really stepped it up a notch with the meals because we were running back and forth to the hospital with her in the NICU. And even just this week with Miss S in the hospital I find my fridge full of food because of the abundant generosity of the people around us.
However, it is a dying to self to ask for help... to ask for meals... to ask for help cleaning your home...to ask. Why is it so hard for us to ask? A former pastor once told me to not ask for help is denying someone the opportunity to learn how to serve others. (He said it much more elegantly) It was a profound thought. We don't know how to serve the body of Christ (or others) because people are too prideful to ask or they think that people are not able or will not help. The fact is that people are willing to help. Cheerfully! More than one could probably ever imagine at that.
All of this came flooding back when Pastor H was visiting us in the hospital and asked if the church family could do anything else for us. I was tempted to just suck it up and figure it out. But there was an offer of help and this was the area I needed the most help (because grandparents were taking care of kids during the day) all I had to do was...ask...
So, I did. Boy, were we blessed!
Needless to say, I won't be posting a meal plan this week because we have so much food left over and I still have a couple of from last week that will carry over to this week.
I encourage you to ASK for help when you need it. When a baby comes... when a loved one passes... surgery...people are