I was having a conversation with a dear friend who is serving well his bride who struggles with dementia issues, an area I am not unfamiliar with. My dad, who had Alzheimer’s for about 10 years, was in great physical condition and frankly lived into his late 80’s because of the great loving care my amazing mother had given him day in and day out. Dad would not have had this kind of care in any facility at any cost.
I shared with my friend that I count it an honor to do whatever little things I could to serve my Dad and Mom. If mom did not allow my siblings and me to help it would deny us the privilege and joy of helping. (Since my sisters may read this I want to acknowledge they do WAY WAY WAY more than I because they live close and I do not – I am so thankful for them and their services to Mom and Dad).
Anyway, that leads me to make this point:
Sometimes we rob others of the blessing and joy of serving because “we can do it ourselves”. Has it ever occurred to you that accepting help is not a sign of weakness? Accepting help affords the other person the opportunity to be blessed and to have joy in serving too. May our pride not get in the way and make us joy robbers. Rather may we receive with gladness the help offered knowing that the joy and blessing we receive will be multiplied unto them as well.
