Asking for Help

I'm always sort of reluctant to ask for help.  Do it yourself or don't do it at all is sort of my family motto. But today I had three interesting lessons in asking for help.  And since I tend to believe that when things come in threes, you should pay attention, I paid attention:

1.  A friend told me that she had been in credit card debt.  Since I knew she had a great financial manager, I asked her how that happened.  She said she didn't consult him until after the fact.

2. Another friend who is a mortgage specialist told me that her daughter and son in law just lost their home to foreclosure.  When I looked puzzled, she said that they never asked for help or mentioned they were in trouble until it was too late.

3. I spent time with my mother who is in hospice today.  She drifts in and out of alertness, but when I gave her her Ensure drink, she promptly said, "Help me!" in a tone that indicated I should comply immediately.

As I sit here, eating some peanut Satay and thinking about how much I hate grey winter days, I also am wondering if the reason that it sometimes feels like God isn't answering my prayer is because I either fail to ask or wait until it's too late.

Something to consider.