I love to commune with Divine Presence on a daily basis because it confirms that I am not alone, that the I AM is always present, leading and guiding me. However, sometimes I forget that God provides us with a sensational help by working through other people. I have a habit of saying, "That's okay. I'm fine. I can make it without your help." Some may call it pride; some may call it lack of self-worth, and some may even call it a lie. For me, I don't want to put stress on anyone else, at least that's what I tell myself. So, I try to do it all by myself while thinking how much easier it would have been to have accepted "her" help.
Sometimes, I admit to myself a lot about the things that I know to do and know not to do in terms of staying aware of my actions, but for whatever reason, I still have difficulty conforming to what I know is right. Then suddenly, something clicks within my mind, and then I understand on a deeper level. Today, this little story I read inside of Mary Manin Morrissey's book, No Less Than Greatness, really penetrated my awareness. This passage not only opened me to be grateful for those who offer their help to me, but it allowed me to be conscious of receiving their help, and it allowed me to be considerate and passionate about their abilities and their desires to help me. Their help is God's gift to them, and to me. Here is the passage:
A boy and his father were out walking when they came across a large stone. The boy said to his father, "Do you think if I use all my strength, I can move this rock?" His father answered, "If you use all your strength, I am sure you can do it."
The boy began to push the rock. Exerting himself as much as he could, he pushed until sweat poured off his forehead, but the rock did not budge. Discouraged, the boy told his father, "You were wrong. I can't do it."
The father place his arm around the boy's shoulder and said, "No, son. I was not wrong. You didn't use all of your strength. "You didn't ask me for help."