A few evenings ago, I was snoozing through whatever non-Disney Channel show happened to be on, when I heard rustling… and struggling… and fussing. The sounds of utter frustration. So I blinked myself awake enough to follow the sounds and found my son's sheets stripped from his bed, new sheets in a wad, and Alan had had enough. He tried and tried and tried and he could NOT get the fitted sheet on that bed.
"Did you ask for help?"
"No."
"Do you want help?"
"Yes."
I picked up the fitted sheet and we had the bed made in a few minutes.
"Thanks for your help, Mom."
"Anytime."
While I could discuss the miracle of a 9 year old boy changing his own bedsheets, I want to focus on his aggravation.
I saw myself in Alan's struggle. How many times do I wrestle with a problem, growing more frustrated, more discouraged all the time when help is readily available. I have a great High Priest who sympathizes with my situation, whatever it is.
"Did you ask for help?"
"No."
"Do you want help?"
That's where I fail. I set a false standard for what I 'should' be able to handle, and what is an acceptable difficulty level to warrant reinforcements. I stubbornly refuse to ask, determined to handle things myself. That's stupid.
I don't have to struggle. I just have to ask.


One of the greatest joys in Bible study is discovering the promises that Almighty God has made to us as His children. The promises aren't hard to spot – watch for God's "I will" statements.
"God is not so unjust as to overlook your work, and the love that you showed for His sake in serving the saints, as you still do." Hebrews 6:10 ESV
We've discussed how our study time should
Lately, I've been cleaning out my office. It's amazing (and disappointing) how much stuff accumulates in such a short time. Once I'm through carrying out bags of junk, and vacuuming and dusting, I'll have neater, more functional space. All the stuff I need will be close by making it easier and faster to accomplish what I need to each day.
I've had a very frustrating few weeks running lately. For starters, it's nearly 80 degrees at 5 a.m. And the humidity has been on par with the deep South. That makes it tough to breathe, and it really saps what little stamina I have. The worst thing, though, has been the saga of the shoes. I put 500+ miles on my shoes, and switched to a new pair. A really cool pair. However, the support in the new shoes was just enough different that running in them led to shin splints. Trying to squeeze a few more weeks out of my old shoes made them worse. So… Of course, all this has an application, (or two).