Some lessons don’t come in quiet moments with soft music and a journal.
Some lessons show up with a knock at your door… while you’re mid-cleanup, mid-mama mode, mid-life.
And this week?
The lesson was simple, but it stretched me:
Asking for help is my new thing.
Not because I suddenly want to.
But because I finally understand—I need to.
This is my Year of Yes.
Yes to growth.
Yes to stretching.
Yes to letting go of the illusion that I can carry everything on my own.
Because truth be told, in this season of adulthood, of marriage, of motherhood…
what I’m being called to do requires more than just me.
I’ve been married for 14 years this June.
And every year, covenant reveals another layer.
At first, it’s love.
Then it’s partnership.
Then it’s sacrifice.
And somewhere along the way, it becomes legacy.
Because raising a family together?
That’s a whole different kind of covenant.
That’s teamwork.
That’s humility.
That’s learning when to say, “I can’t do this alone.”
This week, that lesson came through something as simple—and as necessary—as a broken bathtub.
Now listen…
I tried to handle it myself.
Bought the part.
Watched a couple videos.
Had a whole internal conversation like, “I got this. No need to report it.”
But deep down, I knew better.
Because sometimes “handling it” isn’t strength.
Sometimes it’s avoidance dressed up in independence.
So I did what I’ve been practicing in this Year of Yes:
I told the truth.
I submitted the request.
I asked for help.
And baby… help showed up.
Not next week.
Not “we’ll schedule you in a few days.”
No—right then.
Doorbell ringing.
Life still happening.
Ella in the middle of potty training (because if you know, you know).
Me trying to keep everything together in real time.
And there stood the plumber.
Here’s the part that blessed me:
Because I had already done the research…
Because I had the part ready…
What could have taken multiple visits
was fixed in less than 30 minutes.
Just like that.
And I heard God in it.
Clear as day:
“Preparation meets provision when you stop trying to do everything alone.”
That moment wasn’t just about plumbing.
It was about transparency.
Admitting, “Hey, something’s broken.”
It was about accountability.
Honoring the space we’ve been trusted with.
It was about alignment.
Getting things back in order—not just in the house, but in me.
Because we’re not just renting a home right now…
We’re preparing for the next one.
Our dream home.
And I truly believe—what we do with what we have now
is setting the standard for what God is trusting us with next.
Even down to the inspection.
Because yes, part of me was like,
“Didn’t y’all already check this?”
But the bigger picture?
Compliance matters.
Stewardship matters.
Order matters.
Not just when it’s convenient—
but when it’s required.
And if I’m honest?
God has been teaching me this same lesson everywhere.
In the car rider line…
when patience gets tested and I’m reminded
that not everything moves at my pace.
In motherhood…
where every day is a balance of grace and grit.
In marriage…
where “we” has to be stronger than “me.”
This season is stretching me.
But it’s also shaping me.
Because every moment—
every inconvenience, every interruption, every unexpected knock—
is an invitation to learn.
So yes…
Asking for help?
That’s my new thing.
Not as a sign of weakness—
but as a sign of growth.
Not because I don’t have strength—
but because I’m learning where my strength truly comes from.
And if you’re in a season like mine…
Trying to hold it all together,
trying to prove you can handle it,
trying to keep everything from falling apart—
Let me say this gently:
You don’t have to do it alone.
Ask for help.
Tell the truth.
Do your part.
And trust that when the doorbell rings…
what you need will already be on the other side.
Scripture Reflection:
“Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.” — Galatians 6:2
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