I need to quit thinking that being a Christian means I won't have human feelings. I need to stop being down on myself for my weaknesses. I'm weak. I want to be the strong one but it's not my turn.
I have a hard time letting others help. But I need to. Not just because I need help but because it's their turn to help. And maybe these helping hands are God's way of stretching out from where He is.
I'm not getting off the hook. I still hear God telling me to shhhh, just listen to the person in front of you, and to help someone out. And surprisingly it does take my mind off my situation. I helped a friend clean a condemned apartment. It was a reminder how many comforts I have in life. How privileged I am, even when I may think I'm not.