What if you can't get help?

I don't like to ask for help. Just about anyone who knows me can tell you this is true. I don't like to admit that I need help, I never want help, I want to do it on my own, I want to be independent. Most of the time, I'm faking. I usually need help, even if it's just to remember that whatever the situation is will change. I recently had a different situation...I know I need help, I admit I need help, I ask for help, and I get a pat on the head. No help. The moral to that story is that people will let you down. They don't slow down long enough to really understand the situation and they've got their own stuff. Thank goodness that's rare. I know people, friends, who would do whatever they could to help me with anything. Any time. No matter how I managed to end up in that spot. Those friends are treasures and I know it. I hope someday that I can be that same kind of friend. And then there's the rest of my world...made up of the typical kinds of people, many of whom I'd avoid if I could. You know what I mean? Inconsistent, self-absorbed, uncaring...people like me.

I started thinking about this because I got to work today and I was vividly reminded of that episode. It's about to come around again and I'm a little frustrated just thinking about it. I'm so thankful that Jesus is one of those dependable friends, the ones who help when I ask for help. I may not like the help, but he's not going to blame me either for failing. Of course, he probably wishes I was litte more consistent and caring. I need to work on that.